Crosses and troubles a-many
have proved me.
One or two women (God bless
them!) have loved me.
I have worked and dreamed, and
I’ve talked of will,
Of art and drink I have had my
fill.
I’ve comforted here and I’ve
succoured there.
I’ve faced my foes, and I’ve
backed my friends.
I’ve blundered, and sometimes
made amends.
I have prayed for light, and
I’ve known despair.
Now I look before, as I look
behind,
Come storm, come shine,
whatever befall,
With a grateful heart and a
constant mind,
For the end, I know, is the
best of all.
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