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THE PEN
SOMETHING WORTHWHILE
It is true that life is oftimes rugf^ed
Part of it was meant to be that way,
Blit remember it isn.’t the easy work
That will brinf? a brighter day.
Always the things worth having
Are moi;e thain worth your while
So put on your armor of daringness
And face life’s work with a smile.
Question not the passing oblations
Whether or not it will benefit yon,
But rather say in all sincereness
T will give to posterity the best that I can do.
Only that ■which seems hard yet genuine
Is the crux of that worthwhiie
But always the story will unfold
As a drama before your eyes.
Whom, yon have .ionrneyed the hard way
And at last reach the peak of success
You can look yourself in the face and say
This is the proof of life’s worthiness.
Violteta Edwards
THE SONG OF THE DISHES
(!ra,sh. s])lash, clink, clatter!
This is the song of the dishes.
I wish there were some other way we could eat.
Soine other way that’s clean and neat
Without having after-dishes.
Sometimes T can go for a nice juicy steak.
But when I think of the mess it '^oud make on the plate
1 shake my head with chagrin and hate—
I can just see those damn load of dishes.
Ah me! I almost forgot
The pans and the pot;
They, too, must be scoured and scrubbed.
Crash, splash, clink, clatter!