It Doesn’t Pay To Fret
My Dear -
When you go out to take a skate
Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
And just as bad to hurry.
By William Henry Dawson
William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is known as the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.
My Dear -
When you go out to take a skate
Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
And just as bad to hurry.
By William Henry Dawson
William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is known as the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.
