Which Side Of The Bed

Which Side Of The Bed?

Which side of the bed did you sleep in last night?
Which side did you get out this morning?
Is the face that you carry a dolorous sight,
Or is there a bright smile adorning?
You hardly need tell us which side that your head
Lay through the long night hours a-dreaming,
For with ease we can see what you leave all unsaid —
Your looks — be they sullen or beaming!

So when in the eve you make ready for sleep
With a vision or thought for the morrow,
See to it that brightness pervades what you keep,
And trouble be sure not to borrow;
And when in the morning around your bright room
You see the gay sunbeams beguiling,
Don't rise on the side that will drive you to gloom.
But the side that will turn you to smiling!

Don't go to your office with visage that shows
You slipped from the side that's for worry,
For every last soul of your office force knows
That a grouch should be ducked in a hurry;
They'll slight all their tasks to keep out of your way,
And be nervous at sight of your fretting;
And another will land the big deals of the day —
The orders you ought to be getting!

You cannot afford to climb out of your bed
In a way that will spoil time to follow,
For your rivals and foes are a long way from dead,
And your triumphs may turn out all hollow;
So climb to the floor on the side that is bright.
And if ever amiss you should tumble,
Never tell to a soul that you didn't rise right,
But work on with a smile — and don't grumble!