It Doesn't Pay To Fret
By William Henry Dawson
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.
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