Let the verses in this poem by David V. Bush be ones that remind you to not grumble! Let's face it. We all face issues and challenging times in our lives. But, the question is this: how do we handle them? On the one hand, some people seem to revel in misery
always the first to find fault and the first to grumble the loudest. And, even more so, these types of people never seem to move beyond the issue, whether real or imagined. In these cases, grumbling is the norm rather than the exception with no desire to find
even the smallest good or a kernel of positivism.
On the other hand, one can also find those persons who are aware of a problem, issue, or concern but, rather than grumble, they turn their eyes towards the positive or the good within. Not every issue, however, comes with a silver lining. In some situations, it is
an uphill challenge to see beyond the issue and look to see a benefit. Nonetheless, these types of people strive to resolve the issue or circumstance and look forward through a focused vision to
a time when resolve leads to new horizons.
The real question for anyone facing a problem, unwanted circumstance or obstacle is this: where does grumbling about something get you in the
end? Quite simply, nowhere - the same issue/problem perseveres. What does a positive outlook give you? Answer: the vision to see the pathway
Misfortune's bruised your brow again;
The clouds have poured their floods of rain;
The lightning from an angry sky
Has hit you hard as you passed by!
Your cup of sorrow's at the brim;
You're facing life with spirit grim;
O'er all resounds Misfortune's mumble,
Be glad for life and do not grumble!
The one you loved has found relief,
So that you sit alone in grief;
No friend can bring a ray of cheer,
You pine because "She is not here."
Your thirty years of joy and bloom
Lie still and pallid in the tomb;
Mourn not your lot, for all things crumble-
Be glad for love, and do not grumble!
The rains of spring have washed away
The grain you planted yesterday.
So that your ground must languish drear
And bare until another year!
Do not complain, for left to you
Are fertile fields and heavens blue;
What if your plans are all a- jumble?
Be glad for land, and do not grumble!
Suppose you've lost a hand or eye;
'Twill do no good to sit and cry,
For other souls have had like pains,
And through them all have found their gains.
Misfortunes come to train the mind,
To bear and struggle and be kind;
So though you oft may trip and tumble,
Be glad for feet, and do not grumble!
Suppose that wealth has taken flight
And each day aggravates your plight;
These trials hurt, we must admit.
But where is he who's ne'er been hit?
Life is not made of gems and gold.
You'll gain again if brave and bold.
If wealth has left you poor and humble.
Be glad 'twas yours, and do not grumble!
No man on earth has gone through life
Without some bruises in the strife;
Each in his day has made mistakes.
And in confusion nursed his aches.
No time on bygone errors spend —
The game is on; play to the end.
The baseball ace who ne'er could fumble
Is yet unborn — so do not grumble!