Troubles? Sure I've lots of them, <br />Got 'em heaped up by the score, <br />Got 'em baled and bundled up, <br />Got 'em hid behind the door. <br />Got 'em young and got 'em old, <br />Got 'em big and little, too. <br />Don't care to discuss 'em now, <br />Rather tell my joys to you. <br /> <br />Got the finest home there is, <br />Got the finest pair o' boys, <br />An' the sweetest little girl, <br />Reg'lar livin', breathin' joys. <br />Got the finest wife in town, <br />Got a little garden, too. <br />Troubles? Sure I've got 'em, but <br />Rather tell my joys to you. <br /> <br />Got a bunch of friends I love, <br />Friends I know are staunch and true; <br />Visit 'em, they visit me, <br />Jus' the way good friends should do; <br />Got my health, an' got a job, <br />That's enough to see me through. <br />Troubles? Sure I've got 'em, but <br />Rather tell my joys to you.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/troubles-23/
