Poems (White)/Our World

by Jeannie Copes White

OUR WORLD

There's hardly much use for you to fret,
And forever and ever to kick;
If at evening the sun seems to set
At the morn it will rise very soon.

If all things around you may seem
Duller than that poor pitiful loon,
The grass on the ground will be all green
For fair Spring, who will come very soon.

If when often you feel very blue
And the sky overhead is all gray,
Know, behind is the heavenly blue,
Calmly waiting to chase clouds away.

When sometimes you just worry and cry
That this dark world to you is unfit,
Look up! There are bright stars in the sky,
And at night the whole heavens are lit.

If you're working and long for a rest,
And are ready to scream or to shout,
The sun's sure to shine brightest and best
After raining has soaked all about.

If you're moping about in your room,
'Way, 'way back in some corner you sit.
Outside shines the clear silvery moon,
Second-handed with beauty it's lit.

There's only one world, as you must know;
You'd better make the best now of it.
Do not find so much fault with it so;
It's for you who's to make it quite fit.