When your coffee isn’t hot.
When your neighbors don’t do right, Or your relatives all fight,
Sure ‘tis hard, but then you might
Doesn’t change the things of course—
But it cannot make them worse—
And it seems to help your case,
Brightens up a gloomy place,
Then, it sort o’ rests your face—
One of the poem’s in this poetry book that is bookmarked, and marked, and one of the dozens just like it I will be posting.