Here’s a nice poem I found recently.
Hope you like it.
The Things I Get
Do you get everything you want? You don’t? Well, I’ll declare,
That’s strange–I have the same complaint. Perhaps it’s not so rare.
The things we don’t want come to us, in bunches, every day;
But when we really like a thing, it seems to stay away.
We hope and wish and pray and cry, and scheme and work and plan;
While our desires remain beyond the reach of mortal man.
So, after years of fruitless hopes, I think I’ll cease to fret
And when I don’t get things I like, I’ll like the things I get!
-Unknown
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