Mustn’t Grumble

Tottering down the street

The old lady stumbled,

Tumbled and fell.

Grazed her knee, tore her skirt.

Helping her to her feet

I could see she was hurt.

But all she said was,

“Mustn’t grumble.”

“Why not?” I cried. “Why not?”

“You should grumble! You really should.

Grumbling’s good!

Grumbling’s good for you!”

“Yes, dear,” she said, smiling,

Stumbling bravely on her way,

Ready to tumble again

Some other day.

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