I hate the fellow who sits around
And knocks the livelong day--
Who tells of the work he might have done;
If things had come his way.
But I love the fellow who pushes ahead
And smiles at his work or play--
You can wager when things do come around,
They will come his way--and stay.
Grit
Edwin C. Ranck
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Poem topics: I love you, hate, play, stay, Valentine's Day, love, work, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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