The Best of It

When the morn wakes overcast

And loneliness is vast,

     Make the best of it.

If the bells of joy won’t ring

If the birds refuse to sing

Make the best of everything,

     Make the best of it.

Nature has her cryin’ spells,

Joy can’t always ring her bells,

     Make the best of it.

Make the best of daily life,

When despondency is rife,

Good will come out of the strife,

     Make the best of it.

Hearts must know their share of pain,

Life must know a little rain,

     Make the best of it.

Make the best of every day,

Future morns won’t be so gray

Fight the gloom that clouds your way

     You’ll get the best of it.

Nov. 27, ‘09