You Know What I Mean

Ive noticed this happen, when everything is black,     When Im down below zero and cannot get back,     When I feel like a sort of a National Debt,     That will go on for ages and never be met,     When my will is all bagged at the knees and dead beat,     It is then, dont you know, that., Im certain to meet     With some prodigal lifeless dejected old bean,     Who is worse off than I you know what I mean.     Someone or other whos entered the race,     With a sense of intention but cant stay the pace,     He tells all his troubles and heaven knows what,     Talks about Fate and all that sort of rot,     And it makes all my own little troubles look small,     Till I find Ive no cause to be worried at all,     And it doesnt seem cricket to grouse when Ive seen,     That hes worse off than I you know what I mean.     No matter how hard one may fall down the hill,     Theres always a somebody lower down still,     And it makes you feel well, it seems mean to repeat,     All your own little troubles to people you meet.     One learns in the end, that self pitys a curse,     And to talk of your cares only makes them seem worse.     It takes courage to stand where its easy to lean,     But it makes you feel better you know what I mean.     The chap we all like is the chap who can smile,     Though his heart may be breaking with sorrow the while,     He just keeps them all secretly locked in his breast,     Keeps the worm to himself, gives the world of his best.     He has losses like we have, yet never gives in,     But goes silently back to his task with a grin.     And the lesson we learn from this priceless old being,     Is to smile all the while with some laughs in between.     Though youre empty and broke, meet your fate with a joke,     For the sake of the folk who cant see what you mean     And it may be in turn even they will yet learn,     And theyll smile all the while when they see what you mean.     Do you get me? Ah well thats what I mean.