Cheer Up, Please!

Christine Nicole Lilley was one of my Uber riders last week. Her story here helps to illustrate the poem I wrote when I was eighteen years young and this poem which I have re-titled “Cheer Up!” was published only once at Victoria School’s Annual Magazine, 1958. Thereafter the poem was manually archived and I am reproducing this 58 years later.

CHEER UP, PLEASE!

Each darkening night, the sun shone bright,

In the darkness then, a beaming light.

Each rainy day, dirt washes away,

Cleanliness comes after each spray.

A fall, a rise, not otherwise

If fools are born so sage’s wise.

A withered leaf, new leaflets breathe

Dear life must come, why sit and grief.

A bier borne, a baby is born,

Come saddened heart, why sit and mourn?