How nice it would be if we could forget all our
worries at the close of the day,
Just fold them up, shut the door on them, putting them
Leaving plenty of room for wonderful thoughts for the
How we might help someone, even to lighten their
load of sorrow
Could we forget our worry, meet each trouble with a
Thinking maybe tomorrow will be the best that ever
If we meet someone, between whose path and ours
there is a wide berth
Just remember there is room for a great many paths
on this great big earth
And if we joyfully follow ours to the end of the long
We will find the other has pursued his, in his own
fashion, the end of the very same way.
Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something. Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern. Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion. I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.