When I wanted something I couldn't buy, <br />A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie, <br />Or a new straw hat when the sun was high, <br />I used to feel sore about it. <br />I used to go 'round with a face drawn long, <br />And vow that everything here was wrong, <br />And this was the theme of my dismal song, <br />I can't get along without it. <br /> <br />When I've been broke, which has oft occurred, <br />I never could utter a cheerful word, <br />I grouched all day, which was most absurd, <br />And kicked up a fuss about it. <br />I thought what I wanted and couldn't get <br />Was reason enough to fume and fret, <br />So I fretted and fumed all day, and yet <br />I managed to do without it. <br /> <br />Now whatever I want that I cannot buy, <br />A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie, <br />Or a new straw hat when the sun is high, <br />I don't say a word about it. <br />I've found that my wants needn't interfere <br />With my daily fun on this hemisphere, <br />What I can't afford doesn't spoil my cheer, <br />I just get along without it.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-plan-6/
