EXPECTATION

By Edgar Albert Guest

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 do n'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 is n't always being’ partial to them.

Notwithstandin’ the pain an’ the sufferin’ they see,

They cling to the notion that they should go free:

That they should n'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 must n'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.