Ah! You're quite a jolly girl I see. <br />Where are you from? <br />You are just the kind I'd have you be; <br />You're full of fun: <br />Always telling jokes, with pretty smiles <br />Upon your face. <br />Thus you pass away the tiresome whiles <br />With ease and grace. <br />Ha! Ha! Ha! You say you're always gay, <br />Content and free? <br />Well, I know you've been quite so to-day; <br />So full of glee. <br />It is better, I suppose, to bear <br />Life as it comes. <br />Let it go as best it may, and care <br />Not when 'tis done. <br />Life is not of such worth that it ought <br />To be the cause <br />Of a constant worry, making naught <br />One's pleasant joys. <br />Of this short existence we know but <br />Present and past: <br />Future lifts her veil not, lingers not, <br />But glides so fast <br />That no man has ever felt her wrath, <br />Nor heard her speak: <br />So we're blindly stumbling 'long her path <br />Each day and week. <br />Thus we go through life at her behest, <br />And we should be <br />Happy, with a hope some day to rest <br />On Future's knee.<br /><br />Charles Frederick White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jollity/
