THE SULKERS

The world's too busy now to pause

To listen to a whiner's cause;

It has no time to stop and pet

The sulker in a peevish fret,

Who wails he'll neither work nor play

Because things have n't gone his way.

The world keeps plodding right along

And gives its favors right or wrong

To all who have the grit to work

Regardless of the fool or shirk.

The world says this to every man:

“Go out and do the best you can.”

The world's too busy to implore

The beaten one to try once more;

‘ Twill help him if he wants to rise,

And boost him if he bravely tries,

And shows determination grim;

But it wo n't stop to baby him.

The world is occupied with men

Who fall but quickly rise again;

But those who whine because they're hit

And step aside to sulk a bit

Are doomed some day to wake and find

The world has left them far behind.