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Don't
Complain
by Velma M. Carlson
(1947)
When
your days are dark and gloomy
And you’re feeling down and blue
Don’t
give up and let it get you
There’s so much that you
can do
When you’re feeling low in spirit
And it seems the sun
won’t shine
Fight it off and keep a-moving
Don’t give up, to sit and whine
If
you feel that your are beaten
You can never win the day;
Just
say “I know that I can do it,”
For where there’s a will
there’s a way.
Don’t
give up and say “I’m weary -
What’s the use for me to
try?”
Scatter
sunshine to your neighbor.
Don’t just sit around and
cry.
You
may not achieve great power
Nor may never rise to fame
Pass
a kind word to your neighbor
You’ll have just as much
to gain
You
can help our boys in combat
On the land, or far at sea;
But
you can’t if you don’t want to
It’s really up to you and
me
Don’t
give up and grieve so deeply
It won’t help if it’s
your boy
Many
mothers’ hearts are heavy;
Maybe you could bring them
joy.
Maybe
they have greater sorrows.
If you but pause and give
it thought.
If
you but think of them more often
It would ease your own a
lot.
We
at home have every comfort
Warmth and food and loving
care
And
to sit around and grumble, well
It just really isn’t
fair.
Give
a broad grin to your neighbor
Help to cheer him, urge him
on.
Do
defense work in your kitchen,
Start each morning with a
song.
Help
those lads of ours in service
Keep “Old Glory” waving
high,
And
those clouds which seem so heavy
Hanging o’er you in the
sky.
Let
the sun shine brightly through them.
I know you can if you’ll
but say
“I
have been so down and gloomy,
But I’m not, I’m not ,
today.
There
are things I must accomplish
There’s so much that I
can do.
Look
at all the time I’ve wasted
Just
sitting around and feeling blue.
I’ve had days when I’ve been weary,
Many days when I've been blue
So
that’s just why I’ve learned the answers
We want to help our boys in
service
Help
to keep the homes we love
Help to keep “Old
Glory” waving
Giving thanks to God, above.”
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
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