22 Bird Day Book 



THE JOY OF TODAY 



YOU needn't be rich to be happy, 

 You needn't be famous to smile ; 

 There are joys for the poorest of toilers. 

 If only he'll think them worth while. 

 There are blue skies and sunshine a-plenty 



And blossoms for all to behold; 

 And always the bright days outnumber 

 The dark and the cheerless and cold. 



Sweet sleep's not a gift of the wealthy, 



And love's not alone for the great; 

 For men to grow old and successful 

 It isn't joy's custom to wait. 

 The poorest of toilers has blessings 

 His richer companions may crave ; 

 And many a man who has riches 



Goes sorrowing on to the grave. 



You'll never be happy tomororw 



If you are not happy today ; 

 If you're missing the joys that are present 



And sighing for joys far away. 

 The rose will not bloom any fairer 



In the glorious years that may be ; 

 Great riches won't sweeten its fragrance 



Nor help you its beauties to see. 



Today is the time to make merry, 



'Tis folly for fortune to wait; 

 You'll not find the sky any bluer 



If ever you come to be great. 

 You'll not find your joy's any brighter, 



No matter what fortune you win ; 

 Make the most of life's sunshine this minute 



Tomorrow's too late to begin. 



— Edgar A. Guest in Detroit Free Press. 



