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He dropped into my office with a grin upon his face,
He taked about the weather and the college football race.
He talked about the family, and told the latest joke,
But he never mentioned anyone who'd suddenly gone broke.

He talked about books and pictures, and the play he'd been to see,
A clever quip his boy had made he passed along to me.
He praised the suit of clothes I wore; he asked me what it cost.
But he never said a word about the money that he'd lost.

He was with me twenty minutes, chuckling gaily, while he stayed,
O'er the memory of some silly blunder he had made.
He reminded me that tulips must be planted in the fall,
Calamity and tragedy he mentioned not at all.

I thought it rather curious, when he had come and gone,
He must have had some tale of woe - but did not pass it on.
For nowadays, it seems to me that every man I meet,
Has something new in misery and moaning to repeat.

So I write these lines to him who has his share of woe,
But still could talk of other things, and let his troubles go.
I was happier with his visit, in a world that's sick with doubt,
'Twas good to meet a man who wasn't spreading gloom about.

Author Unknown

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