Just Be Glad Poem by Robert James Campbell Stead

Feelin' kind of all run down ?
Mighty bad:
Sick and tired o' life in town ?
Don 't be sad :
What you 're needing isn't rest:
Square your shoulders, raise your chest;
Pack your turkey; go out West —
Just be glad!

Gone astray in No-Man's-Land ?
Silly lad!
Ought to have your carcass tanned
With a gad:
Should ha' kept the narrow track :
Never mind, you can 't go back ;
Things may not be quite so black —
Just be glad!

Gone and blown in all your cash
On a fad ?
Livin.' now on soup and hash ?
Writin'Dad?
Don't you do it. Here's a tip;
Keep a good stiff upper lip;
Needn't fall because you slip —
Just be glad!

Friends refuse to help you out ?
Don't get mad!
.You would be a lazy lout
If they had.
Do not envy place or pelf;
Praise the Lord, you've got your health;
Dig in! Be a man yourself —
Just be glad!

All the world may say or do,
Good or bad,
Isn't anything to you —
Just be glad!
Though you work at book or trade,
Though you work with pen or spade,
Hump yourself—you'll make the grade —
Just be glad!