A POEM BY GEORGE
W. SPITTLER (1883-1958)
As I sit here alone, day after day,
I think of the time I was young and gay,
With nothing to do but romp and play,
Those are the days that are far away.
We got up in the morning with nothing to do
Our pleasures were many, our troubles were few.
But this does not last for soon we're in school,
To learn several lessons and obey the rule.
Our school days are over and now we are men,
And that is the time our troubles begin.
We are now on our own and start to work,
We must stay on the job, there is no time to lurk.
||Now comes the time we choose a wife
Both work together for a successful life.
Our troubles and joys we will share together,
In both sunny and stormy weather.
Then comes a baby one after another
To make more work for a loving mother.
Though her problems are many, she never complains,
One day after another, she is always the same.
As time goes by, year after year,
Our children grow up and soon disappear.
To go out in this world to seek a career,
And conquer all problems without any fear.
||Now we have grown old and left all alone
Though we are lonely, we still have our home.
We think of the struggle that we have gone through,
To enjoy our last years, although they are few.
This is my version of your life and mine,
All days won't be rosy, but some out of line.
Just keep on plugging, and do your best.
And you will fare no worse than the rest.
This poem was written near the end of George Spittler's life when he was
unable to walk due to arthritis.
Submitted by Susan Ward Merk, granddaughter.
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