Years Have Sped By

Poems

Say You Are Not Old

Say not, when the leaves fall,

"Soon all the years will have passed" . . .

When budding flowers and leaves burst,

Huddle close to it all . . .

 

If your spirit is young,

Reach out toward the new spring . . .

Undaunted, with boldness,

You've reached a life that is joyous!

 

If you spread only joy, --

Do not dwell on suffering, or gloom,

Though your span shortens the while, --

Greet it all-with a smile! . . .

 

Is your heart filled with love?

And with friends you are blessed

Don't dwell on unhappiness . . .

You'll be loved and considered for this . . .

 

And if the nights seem too long for you

And the days -- exceedingly short . . .

Do not feel any regret,

Use this time your spirit to renew.

 

Sing a song each day . . .

Smile -- be jocose . . .

Even when with dust-pan and with broom, --

Only merry songs compose!