Hard Luck

Mt Benger Mail, 3 November 1937, Page 1

Hard Luck

Ain’t no use, as 1 can see, In sitting underneath a tree An’ growling that your luck is bad, An’ that your life is extra sad; four life ain’t sadder than your neighbour’s, Nor any harder than your labors; It rains on him the same as you, And he has work he has to.do; An’ he gets tired an’ he gets cross, An’ he has troubles with the boss; You take his whole life through and through, Why he’s no better off than you. If whinin’ brushed the clouds away, I wouldn’t have a word to say; If it made good friends out o’ foes, I’d whine a bit, too, I suppose; But when I look around and see A lot o’ men resemblin’ me An’ see ’em sad, and see ’em gay, With work to do most every day, Some full o’ fun, some full o’ care, Some havin’ troubles hard to bear, 1 reckon, as I count my woes, They’re about what everybody knows. The day I’ll find! a man who’ll say He’s never known a rainy day, Who’ll raise his hat right up an’ swear In forty years he’s had no care, Has never had a single blow, An’ never known one touch o’ woe, Has never seen a loved one die, Has never wept or heaved a sigh, Has never had a plan go wrong; But always laughed his way along; Then I’ll sit down an’ start an’ whine That all the hard luck here is mine. American Magazine.