“When it’s _got_ to be,”–like! always say,
As I notice the years whiz past,
And know each day is a yesterday,
When we size it up, at last,–
Same as I said when my _boyhood_ went
And I knowed _we_ had to quit,–
“It’s _got_ to be, and it’s _goin’_ to be!”–
So I said “Good-by” to _it_.
It’s _got_ to be, and it’s _goin’_ to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o’ say in a hearty way,–
“Well, it’s _got_ to be. Good-by!”
The time jes melts like a late, last snow,–
When it’s _got_ to be, it melts!
But I aim to keep a cheerful mind,
Ef I can’t keep nothin’ else!
I knowed, when I come to twenty-one,
That I’d soon be twenty-two,–
So I waved one hand at the soft young man,
And I said, “Good-by to _you_!”
It’s _got_ to be, and it’s _goin’_ to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o’ say, in a cheerful way,–
“Well, it’s _got_ to be.–Good-by!”
They kep’ a-goin’, the years and years,
Yet still I smiled and smiled,–
For I’d said “Good-by” to my single life,
And I now had a wife and child:
Mother and son and the father–one,–
Till, last, on her bed of pain,
She jes’ smiled up, like she always done,–
And I said “Good-by” again.
It’s _got_ to be, and it’s _goin’_ to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o’ say, in a humble way,–
“Well, it’s _got_ to be. Good-by!”
And then my boy–as he growed to be
Almost a man in size,–
Was more than a pride and joy to me,
With his mother’s smilin’ eyes.–
He gimme the slip, when the War broke out,
And followed me. And I
Never knowed till the first right’s end …
I found him, and then, … “Good-by.”
It’s _got_ to be, and it’s _goin’_ to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o’ say, in a patient way,
“Well, it’s _got_ to be. Good-by!”
I have said, “Good-by!–Good-by!–Good-by!”
With my very best good will,
All through life from the first,–and I
Am a cheerful old man still:
But it’s _got_ to end, and it’s _goin’_ to end!
And this is the thing I’ll do,–
With my last breath I will laugh, O Death,
And say “Good-by” to _you_!…
It’s _got_ to be! And again I say,–
When his old scythe circles high,
I’ll laugh–of course, in the kindest way,–
As I say “Good-by!–Good-by!”
(James Whitcomb Riley)
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