The Poetry Corner

Worth Living

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I know not what the future may hold, Or how to others it seems, But I know my skies have held more gold Than I used to find in my dreams. Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled, In grateful truth I say, That my best hopes have been fulfilled, And more than fulfilled to-day. Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun To see it fall into the sand, Yet just as often some work I have done Is better than I have planned. I do not always grasp the pleasure For which I reach, maybe; But quite as frequently over-measure Is given by joy to me. To-morrow may bring a grief behind it That will thoroughly change my mood; But we only can speak of a thing as we find it - And I have found life good.