When little things would irk me, and I grow Impatient with my dear ones, make me know How in a moment joy can take its flight And happiness be quenched in endless night. Keep this thought with me all the livelong day That I may guard the harsh words I might say When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot, At trifles that tomorrow are forgot -- Let me remember, Lord, how it would be If these, my loved ones, were not here with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS LOVE MAKES THE BEST POETS; AN IDYLLIUM by BION HIGH SUMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |