The Man

There’s the man with a slouch

And the man with a grouch,

     And the man who has nothing but bitter and scorning

But the man who’s worthwhile

Is the man with a smile,

     The man who comes in with a cheery “good morning”.

There’s the man who’s tied down

With the weight of the town,

     Whose countenance care is forever adorning,

But the man who is prime

Is the man who has time,

     To distribute about him a cheery “good morning”.

O, the work of the day,

Seems a bit more like play,

     And the words of prophet seem less like a warning,

When the persons we meet

In the office or street

     Give us just a wee smile and a cheery “good morning”.

April 28,, ‘10