“A nasty day! A nasty day! 'Twas thus I heard a critic say Because the skies were bleak and gray— And yet it somehow seemed to me The day was all that it should be. I looked it very closely o'er; Its hours still were twenty-four, With sixty minutes each—no less— For deeds of good and helpfulness; And every second full of chance To give the day significance; And every hour full of growth For everybody but the sloth— I couldn't see it quite that way, For though the skies were bleak and gray The day itself, it seemed to me, Was all a day could rightly be.” WayGivingShouldStillsGrowthHoursChanceAttitudeFourHeardSkyMinutesTwentiesCriticsDeedsSignificanceGraySixtyNastySlothBleakEvery SecondHelpfulnessSixty Minutes Book:The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day Source: The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day
“I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load Who seizes each as on he goes, And neatly crumbles it, And turns his share of pebbly woes To stores of inner grit.” MenTurnsAttitudeShareHe ManStonesLipsHeavyStoresLoadWoeGritHeavy LoadsRocky Road Book:The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day Source: The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day
