Your World

If the world isn't right as you scan it,

It is quite your own fault, I would say;

For each one of us fashions his planet

In a private and personal way.

You can people your world with good friends, sir;

You can scatter glad smiles all around;

You can start endless ripples of laughter;

You can help make good will to abound;

You can banish the clouds gray and gloomy

That creep o'er the path of your day;

You can make your abode light and roomy,

Where to work is as joyous as play.

All the good things of life are not cornered,

And they won't be for many a moon:

There is plenty of wealth still ungarnered,

To be reaped to a rollicking tune.

This world's not a place you just fell in:

It is something you fashion and plan.

You can make it a place sweet to dwell in --

But the making is up to the man.

(Copyright, 1940)