Joys Within Reach

You needn't be rich to be happy, You needn't be famous to smile; There are joys for the poorest of toilers If only he'll think them worth while. There are blue skies and sunshine a-plenty, And blossoms for all to behold; And always the bright days outnumber The dark and the cheerless and cold. Sweet sleep's not a gift of the wealthy, And love's not alone for the great; For men to grow old and successful It isn't joy's custom to wait. The poorest of toilers has blessings His richer companions may crave; And many a man who has riches Goes sorrowing on to the grave. You'll never be happy tomorrow If you are not happy today; If you're missing the joys that are present And sighing for joys far away. The rose will not bloom any fairer In the glorious years that may be; Great riches won't sweeten its fragrance Nor help you its beauties to see. Today is the time to make merry, 'Tis folly for fortune to wait; You'll not find the skies any bluer If ever you come to be great. You'll not find your joys any brighter, No matter what fortune you win; Make the most of life's sunshine this minute, Tomorrow's too late to begin.