A Good World

Poem for the Day

A Good World
by Edgar Albert Guest

IT'S a good old world we're livin' in 
With all its pain an' sorrow; 
A world where friends are givin' in 
To cheer us till tomorrow. 
A world where folks come forward, when 
They see our feet are slippin' 
To help us till we come again 
To where the honey's drippin'.

I reckon that we'd never know
How kind an' good our friends are 
If trouble's face should never show
Off yonder where the bends are. 
If sudden-like there never came
A rain to drench a feller 
We'd miss the friend who made us claim
A share of his umbreller.

If never came to us a woe
That seemed we couldn't bear it, 
We'd never positively know
Which friend would rush to share it. 
We'd miss a heap of sweetness, too,
That we could never borrow, 
A sweetness no one ever knew,
Save it was born of sorrow.

This thought old care has driven in,
An' grief an' trouble taught me, 
It's a good old world we're livin' in
Despite the woes it's brought me. 
For had I never shed a tear,
Nor known what sorrow's rends are, 
I never would have learned down here
How kind an' good my friends are.