IT little takes to heal the aches of people who are human; the song of bird, at daybreak heard, will cheer a weeping woman; a kindly act performed with tact will make some man less bitter; a friendly smile will quell the bile of some disgusted critter. Where'er I go I find that woe is always up and doing, and careworn chumps have doleful dumps, their little griefs pursuing. This view they gain from years of strain and stress and long endeavor, they seem to think that on the blink all things will be forever. But when I come I make things hum, with joke and whiskered story; I always preach that life's a peach, the world all hunkydory. And it beats all how gloom will fall, when anyone defies it; if you would scare away dull care, just show that you despise it. The things I say, though lame and gray, from almanacs collected, make jaded men wear grins again, and brace up the dejected. So every gent who's worth a cent should preach the gospel sunny, and take men's minds from sordid grinds, and scratching after money. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SETTLER: AMERICA IN THE MAKING by ALFRED BILLINGS STREET THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD SELF-DECEPTION by MATTHEW ARNOLD |