I’ve tried my best to celebrate
The We.R.7 clan
In differing time, and varying rhyme
You’ve met them, every man.
Some have gone, and some remain,
(How long I cannot tell),
And some are new, and not a few
Just came…and went…and fell!
‘Twas mostly by the ‘weaker sex’
They met their Waterloo –
Those who have gone, yet not a one,
Will hold this stanza true.
Yet true it is, and every line
Of those I’ve wrote before:
They boast no wit, but still they hit
In tender spots, and sore!
In constancy, the We.R.7,
Are like a tidal river –
They ebb and flow, and come and go
Yet I go on for ever. 2 May 1929
Today’s the Day
Of bygone days we dream our dreams
And clothe them in a rosy hue
Until the past with richness gleams
That never can be true.
We oft forget the darker hours
And add our sunshine to the scene
We strew our way with pretty flowers
That never could have been.
Why can’t we be as others are?
Our fireside critics oft exclaim
Maybe this life without it’d dare
Wouldn’t seem the same.
We take our chances on the road
We face the the worst with cheerful smile
We never question, but the load
Has always seemed worthwhile.
Lets dream our dreams of days gone by
Lets deck with flowers our future way
But – see how quick the moments fly –
The best is here – today!