by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When little things would irk me, and I grow
Impatient with my dear one, make me know
How in a moment joy can take its flight
And happiness be quenched in endless night.
Keep this thought with me all the livelong day
That I may guard the harsh words I might say
When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot,
At trifles that tomorrow are forgot -
Let me remember, Lord, how it would be
If these, my loved ones, were not here with me.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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