Things Work Out

December 14, 2006

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t,
Because men do what they often shouldn’t,
Because 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 lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we’d like to play-
Some of us whimper along life’s way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long-
Some of us whimper that life’s 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 grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

by Edgar Guest

  • Tarhata Estacaan January 5, 2011 at 6:54 am

    Mr. Edgar Guest, how his poems lives on. Makes my heart, cheerful! Indeed, all things work out in the end. Somehow.

  • Poetry Lover March 17, 2011 at 6:45 pm

    Oddly positive. I’m not quite sure I completely agree with what is being said, but it makes sense in a way.

  • Pierre March 12, 2012 at 5:42 pm

    my life has been a mess for some times up to a moment where i couldn’t hope at all, but having read this, you just made ma hope again!!! this poems ROCKS!!!!

    • Praveen March 14, 2012 at 1:44 am

      Glad to hear that.