Worth Living
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I know not what the future may hold,
  Or how to others it seems,
But I know my skies have held more gold
  Than I used to find in my dreams.
Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled,
  In grateful truth I say,
That my best hopes have been fulfilled,
  And more than fulfilled to-day.
Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun
  To see it fall into the sand,
Yet just as often some work I have done
  Is better than I have planned.
I do not always grasp the pleasure
  For which I reach, maybe;
But quite as frequently over-measure
  Is given by joy to me.
To-morrow may bring a grief behind it
  That will thoroughly change my mood;
But we only can speak of a thing as we find it—
  And I have found life good.