My last post (item below) was the result of rationalization on a depressed, discouraged frame of mind after a much anticipated and well-intended undertaking did not work out as planned. I give this current post over to my absolute all-time favorite poet, the late Edgar A. Guest. In this inspirational piece he writes in his ineffable style about Things Working Out...
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 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 forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
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 workout all right.
So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let 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.
Thank you for that, Mr. Guest!