Things Work Out

Things Work Out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Bcause crops fail,and plans go wrong
Some of us grumble all day long.

But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
it seems at last that things work out.

Because we loose where we hope to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we'd like to play
Some of us whipmer along life's way.

But somehow, as day always follow the night,
Most of our trobles work out all tight.

 

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long,
Some of use whipmer that life is all wrong.

But somehow, we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.

 

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
for the clouds must break, and the sky to grow fair,
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.

For in spite of the  grumbles who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out.