Talk happiness. The world is sad enough <br />Without your woe. No path is wholly rough. <br />Look for the places that are smooth and clear, <br />And speak of them to rest the weary ear <br />Of earth; so hurt by one continuous strain <br />Of mortal discontent and grief and pain. <br /> <br />Talk faith. The world is better off without <br />Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt. <br />If you have faith in God, or man, or self, <br />Say so; if not, push back upon the shelf <br />Of silence all your thoughts ‘till faith shall come. <br />No one will grieve because your lips are dumb. <br /> <br />Talk health. The dreary, never-ending tale <br />Of mortal maladies is worn and stale; <br />You cannot charm or interest or please <br />By harping on that minor chord disease. <br />Say you are well, or all is well with you, <br />And God shall hear tour words and make them true.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speech/
