At the Bars of Memory and Other Poems/God Bless This Good Old World
GOD BLESS THIS GOOD OLD WORLD
Trouble? Why, man, I have had my share
Of dolor an' want an' sorrow an' care;
I've hit the dirt, an' the ground was hard.
An' I've lost my spunk for a while, but pard—
This is a good old world!
Trouble? Why, man, you can go down the line,
An' the checks on the side are all checks o' mine.
I've stacked all my hopes on a play an' lost,
But though I've been jimmied an' double-crossed—
This is a good old world!
Trouble? Well maybe you've had a whole lot,
But there's always an end, an' like as not
You've hit the last load an' sailin' will be fine—
If you keep up your nerve, old friend o' mine—
This is a good old world!
Trouble? Why bless your old heart, Mister Man,
I've had 'bout as much as a fellow can!
I'm livin' yet, an' I'll be livin' when
The next bunch o' blues gets past me again—
God bless this good old world!