Real Trouble

From the Rock Island Argus, May 1, 1913. 
 By S. E. Kiser.
 

 He sighed because it was his fate
     To earn the blessings he received;
 Because he was compelled to wait
     For opportunities he grieved.
 
 He mourned because he could not claim
     A certain lady for his own;
 He sadly sighed because his name
     In many quarters was unknown.
 
 He thought his fate was hard to bear
     Because he seldom got a rest;
 When he began to lose his hair
     A bitter sadness filled his breast.
 
 But when he lost his appetite
     And when good health was his no more
 He sadly wondered day and night
     Why he had ever grieved before.