Just Whistle Poem by Cyrus Diaz

Each day comes with
A life that’s new
And a strange continued story
But still beneath the bend of blue
The world bents into glory.
When everything turns gray,
Just whistle, whistle, whistle.

Sorrows are blessings
half understood
Hopes so sweet it
holds many dreams
Life so large, world so wide
What was false, there’s
plenty of truth
Get out of the blue and
Whistle, whistle, whistle.

Learn not to be slave when
You ought to be free,
Hatred maybe friendship
Just drifted apart,
Failure, be genius not
quite understood
You’ve nothing done that
You can’t trace
Then count the days as
Worst than last
Be free at last and
Whistle, whistle, whistle.

Laugh, the world laughs with you
Weep and you weep alone
Sing and the hills will answer
Sing, it’s lost in the air.
Rejoice, men will rejoice with you
Grieve, and they’ll turn and go.
Be glad, your friends are many,
Be cruel, and you won’t have any.

Succeed and give
It helps you live,
But it can’t help you die,
But don’t mind how
Troubles bristle
Even roses comes with a thistle
Hold your own!
Change you tone!
Just whistle, whistle, whistle.