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Edgar Guest - Expectation
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Most folks, as I`ve noticed, in pleasure an` strife,
Are always expecting too much out of life.
They wail an` they fret
Just because they don`t get
The best o` the sunshine, the fairest o` flowers,
The finest o` features, the strongest o` powers;
They whine an` they whimper an` curse an` condemn,
Coz life isn`t always bein` partial to them.

Notwithstandin` the pain an` the sufferin` they see, 
They cling to the notion that they should go free:
That they shouldn`t share
In life`s trouble an` care
But should always be happy an` never perplexed,
An` never discouraged or beaten or vexed.
When life treats `em roughly an` jolts `em with care,
They seem to imagine it`s bein` unfair.

It`s a curious notion folks hold in their pride, 
That their souls should never be tested or tried;
That others must mourn
An` be sick an` forlorn
An` stand by the biers of their loved ones an` weep,
But life from such sorrows their bosoms must keep.
Oh, they mustn`t know what it means to be sad, 
Or they`ll wail that the treatment they`re gettin` is bad.

Now life as I view it means pleasure an` pain, 
An` laughter an` weepin` an` sunshine an` rain,
An` takin` an` givin`;
An` all who are livin`
Must face it an` bear it the best that they can
Believin` great Wisdom is workin` the plan.
An` no one should ever complain it`s unfair
Because at the moment he`s tastin` despair.
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