The Perpetual Dropping

Poem I liked today

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t,
Because men do what they often shouldn’t,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the Care and doubt,
It seems at last, that things work out

Because we lose where we’d hoped to gain
Because we suffer a little pain
Because we must work, when we’d like to play
Some of us whimper along life’s way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles, work out all right.

Because we cannot smile, forever,
Because we must trudge in the dust a while
Because we think that the way is Long
Some of us whimper that life’s all wrong.
But somehow we live, and our sky grows bright
And everything seems to work out all right

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still
For in spite of the grumblers, who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

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