Give us the pleasure of a cheerful song

And spare us the measure of the tearful wrong;

Give us the words that are warming and witty

And spare us the whining of spite and self-pity.

Give us the heart to go forward with hope

And spare us the warning that we just can't cope;

Give us the memory of the best that we had

And spare us the thought that the rest is all bad;

Give us the friendship we knew in our youth

And spare us the false friends who don't deal in truth;

Give us the courage to make choices alone

And spare us the words "You're out there on your own";

Give us above all the faith to keep on

And spare us the fear when life's nearly gone.





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Steve Higgins

Mon 10th Dec 2012 03:13

Enjoyed this very much MC,

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John Coopey

Sun 9th Dec 2012 18:11

Nice sentiment, MC.
So many feel poetry has to be weighty or angry or carping. It can be - but it doesn't have to be.
And for me I'm afraid I tire of its "worthiness"!

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