All men have troubles of their own, <br />And burdens great to bear each day, <br />So keep your tales of woe, and frown <br />At all the ills that come your way: <br />You need not harbor sorry pain, <br />And make the world a living hell; <br />For there is naught in this to gain; <br />The wisdom of the age will tell. <br /> <br /> <br />The other fellow does not care <br />A bit, what ails and worries you; <br />In life he has to pay his fare <br />In living right as you should do: <br />He bears his burdens like a man, <br />And smiles with every wind; <br />There is a reason why he can <br />Thus master right his soul and mind. <br /> <br /> <br />To conscience go in quiet mood. <br />And find yourself each morn anew; <br />Feed thou upon the psychic food <br />That makes the gods in mortal hue: <br />This is the way that men are great- <br />All those who smile with Nature's laws- <br />So then, why brood and curse your fate? <br />Brace up and strike against your flaws!<br /><br />Marcus Mosiah Garvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/find-yourself-3/
