Say! Let’s forget it! Let’s put it aside!
Life is so large and the world is so wide.
Days are so short and there’s so much to do,
What if it was false–there’
Say! Let’s forget it! Let’s brush it away
Now and forever, so what do you say?
All of the bitter words said may be praise
One of these days.
Say! Let’s forget it! Let’s wipe off the slate,
Find something better to cherish than hate.
There’s so much good in the world that we’ve had,
Let’s strike a balance and cross off the bad.
Say! Let’s forgive it, whatever it be,
Let’s not be slaves when we ought to be free.
We shall be walking in sunshiny ways
One of these days.
Say! Let’s not mind it! Let’s smile it away,
Bring not a withered rose from yesterday;
Flowers are so fresh from the wayside and wood,
Sorrows are blessings but half understood.
Say! Let’s not mind it, however it seems,
Hope is so sweet and holds so many dreams;
All of the sere fields with blossoms shall blaze
One of these days.
Say! Let’s not take it so sorely to heart!
Hates may be friendships just drifted apart,
Failure be genius not quite understood,
Say! Let’s get closer to somebody’s side,
See what his dreams are and learn how he tried,
See if our scoldings won’t give way to praise
One of these days.
Say! Let’s not wither! Let’s branch out and rise
Out of the byways and nearer the skies.
Let’s spread some shade that’s refreshing and deep
Where some tired traveler may lie down and sleep.
Say! Let’s not tarry! Let’s do it right now;
So much to do if we just find out how!
We may not be here to help folks or praise
One of these days.
by James W. Foley
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you sounded very convinsing in your first couple of lines but your repetition got to me, your poem is good. but the thing is, you should rather call it a song. i enjoy the intricate use of words incoparated with a sleek use of your writting ability, meaning do not be afraid to marvel your reader with words alone. they are off course the poem itself. lovely though