Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't, <br />Because men do what they often shouldn't, <br />Because crops fail, and plans go wrong- <br />Some of us grumble all day long. <br />But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt, <br />It seems at last that things work out. <br /> <br />Because we lose where we hoped to gain, <br />Because we suffer a little pain, <br />Because we must work when we'd like to play- <br />Some of us whimper along life's way. <br />But somehow, as day always follows the night, <br />Most of our troubles work out all right. <br /> <br />Because we cannot forever smile, <br />Because we must trudge in the dust awhile, <br />Because we think that the way is long- <br />Some of us whimper that life's all wrong. <br />But somehow we live and our sky grows bright, <br />And everything seems to work out all right. <br /> <br />So bend to your trouble and meet your care, <br />For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair. <br />Let the rain come down, as it must and will, <br />But keep on working and hoping still. <br />For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, <br />Somehow, it seems, all things work out.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-work-out-2/
