When little things would irk me, and I grow
impatient with my dear ones, make me know
how in a moment joy con 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.
Author Unknown.
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