When night time comes an' I can go <br />Back to the folks who love me so, <br />An' see 'em smile an' hear 'em sing, <br />An' feel their kisses, then, by jing! <br />I vow this world is mighty fine <br />An' run upon a great design. <br /> <br />I trudge away at break o' day <br />An' hear the grumblers round me say, <br />This world ain't what it ought to be, <br />With so much care an' misery, <br />An' so much work for all to do, <br />An' little comfort when you're through. <br /> <br />But all the time I'm thinkin' of <br />The faces of the ones I love, <br />An' every minute I can see <br />Their bright eyes laughing right at me, <br />An' I can almost hear 'em say: <br />"Come home, come home, an' we will play.' <br /> <br />An' sometimes when the daily grind <br />Sends bitter thoughts into my mind, <br />An' I get thinkin' that of care <br />I draw far more than is my share, <br />I hear 'em hum their merry song, <br />An' then I know such thoughts are wrong. <br /> <br />I never doubt this world is good, <br />I couldn't doubt it if I would <br />For all the trouble that I meet <br />I gather compensation sweet <br />When night time comes an' I can go <br />Back to the folks who love me so. <br /> <br />It ain't no use for grumblers here <br />To tell me that this life's severe, <br />To say this world's a vale of woe, <br />For I've got proof that it ain't so, <br />When wearily I trudge away, <br />They're whisperin', whisperin': 'Soon we'll <br />play.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/answering-the-grumblers/
