His Philosophy

JIM had a quaint philosophy, 'It ain't fer you, it's jes' fer me,' He used to say. 'I don't p'tend T' force it onto foe or friend; I don't advise or recommend This way or that fer him nor you, Or try t' tell you what t' do; But I jes' take myself aside An' teach him tricks he's never tried. 'I kinder take myself in hand An' try t' make him understand That he must do a full day's work, An' ain't got time t' loaf an' shirk; An' when he gets a load of care, His shoulders are the ones t' bear That burden, not his neighbors or Some friend he might go running for. 'I try t' teach myself t' smile, T' whistle every little while, T' take whatever comes his way As his just portion of th' day; An' not complain an' fume an' frown, An' vow th' world is runnin' down An' ragged at th' heel becoz Things ain't as pleasant as they was. 'Fer I've got all that I can do T' keep myself in line; that's true. It ain't fer me t' stand up now An' try t' tell my neighbors how They ought t' live, an' what t' do, T' hold up all their faults t' view. Reformin' others may be fine, But somehow that ain't in my line. 'Yes, I've my own philosophy, But it 's intended jes' fer me; It's made t' keep myself in line, T make me never show a sign Of fear or cowardice when things Go wrong or untold sorrow stings, An' that is all that I can do — You'll have t' say what's best fer you.'