When you rise at dawn of day
To labour in the same old way
Dont count the battle half begun
Till you have smiled just for fun
If you sit down when work is over
To count the knocks which make you sore
Just crown the day a perfect one
Keep smiling just for fun
This is your soul from hour to hour
Store up the fount of pease and power
Though cares and troubles wiegh upon
Keep on smiling. Just for fun.
This is a poem my mum found in one of my Nans cupboards whilst they were cleaning out some of her stuff the other day. It was written by her uncle whilst he was in the trenches in WW1, who sadly lost his life whilst he was there.
Missing you always.