The Cheerful Caller
The Cheerful Caller
He dropped into my office with a grin upon his face,
He talked about the weather and the race.
He asked about the family, and told the latest joke.
But he never mentioned anyone who'd suddenly gone broke.
He talked of books and pictures, and the play he'd been to see.
A clever quip his friend had made he passed along to me.
He praised the suit of clothes I wore; he asked me what it cost.
But he never said a word about the money he had lost.
He was with me twenty minutes, smiling heavily, while he stayed,
O'er the memory of some silly blunder he had made.
Calamity and tragedy he mentioned not at all.
I thought it rather curious, when he had come and gone;
He must have had some tale of woe--but didn't pass it on.
For nowadays, it seems to me that every person I meet
Has something new in misery and moaning to repeat.
So I write these lines to him who had his share of woe,
But still could talk of other things, and let his troubles go.
I was happier with his visit. In a world that's sick with doubt,
'It was good to meet a man who wasn't spreading gloom about.
'Better still, be a man who wasn't spreading gloom about.
PAIN
PAIN
Pain stayed so long I said to her today
'I will not have you with me anymore,'
I stamped my foot and said, 'Be Gone !,'
And paused there, startled at the look she wore,
'I who have been your teacher--all you know
Of understanding, love and sympathy, and patience, I have taught you, shall I
go?'
She spoke the turth, this strange unwelcome guest;
I watched her leave, and knew that she was wise.
She left a heart grown tender in my cheast.
She left a far clear vision in my eyes,
She left a heart wanting in love.
I dried my tears, and lifted up a song,
Even for one who'd tortured me so long.
The Mountain Cry
The Mountain Cry
I hear you by the mountain,
A distant cry,
No louder than thunder.
Your heart pounding
Yet a smile on your face.
So hard for many to face
The wind blowing with all might
You pretend to life
You lie none but to your self.
Long gone the days
Long gone are those dreams
For the world is at peace
For you to take your place.
A Fruity Mystery
I see this tree,
With its fruits hanging down.
I begin to wonder ..
why does the fruit see
The world upside down?
The fruits way ,
Is it the right way?
Or is it my way !
Always looking upto the world.
I pretend to be the fruit.
I Stand on my head.
Much to the amusement of others
In the park, watching me.
Just then it struck me
I am being noticed by many.
It just took me to be upside down
To be so noticed by all.
Is that why the fruit hangs?
Is that why I try so hard to reach it?
Is that why I admire its beauty?
Is that why I shall always be me?
