Credo
Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day,
Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way,
Stop to cheer a fellow human that’s a bit worse off than you -
Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do;
Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed -
You are one that folks can turn to when they find themselves in need;
Just forget the rugged places - make believe they’re slick and smooth;
When you spot the troubled faces, pull a grin and try to soothe;
Life’s a game - a mighty short one - play it gamely while you can -
Let the score book show the record that you measured up a Man!
Pretty pomes and marble towers won’t avail you very much,
When you’ve passed - unless you’ve helped to lighten heavy loads and
such;
Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap,
Always kind and always helpful - if you’re that, you’ll leave a gap;
You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart’s content,
And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent;
Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash,
In your handclasps you were faking, though you did show pep and dash;
Never mind about the fortune you made up your mind to pile -
But just live the Golden Rule, lad, and your life will be worth while.
by Roy Neal
Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day,
Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way,
Stop to cheer a fellow human that’s a bit worse off than you -
Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do;
Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed -
You are one that folks can turn to when they find themselves in need;
Just forget the rugged places - make believe they’re slick and smooth;
When you spot the troubled faces, pull a grin and try to soothe;
Life’s a game - a mighty short one - play it gamely while you can -
Let the score book show the record that you measured up a Man!
Pretty pomes and marble towers won’t avail you very much,
When you’ve passed - unless you’ve helped to lighten heavy loads and
such;
Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap,
Always kind and always helpful - if you’re that, you’ll leave a gap;
You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart’s content,
And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent;
Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash,
In your handclasps you were faking, though you did show pep and dash;
Never mind about the fortune you made up your mind to pile -
But just live the Golden Rule, lad, and your life will be worth while.
by Roy Neal