Dream Life

                                                           When you can't sleep, what do you do? Just fret and worry, toss and stew? That is a foolish thing to do! It only makes blue things more blue. Why don't you lie and just relax? Forget about your income tax! Then jump aboard your memory ship And , back to childhood, take a trip. Play once again the ages you played; That causes fret and fume to fade. The swimming hole, the rippling brook, The funny story, cowboy book; The fun you had, while just a boy, Will prove that life has lot of joy. Go tramp the field and woods again Get lost once more in drenching rain. Remember, when the bull chased you, The fence you had to struggle through. Or think of dolls that made you glad And how you loved the neighbor's lad. Go back to school or Sunday school The pranks you played; the Golden Rule. Rep...

                                Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all, There are none to decline your nectar wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure  For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.