Only the Good Die Young

Lucy M. Young

I smile at the sky when I wake in the morn
Dark clouds, wind and rain I cheerfully scorn;
By worry and fear I will not be torn -
Only the good die young.

I might be hit by a sudden fierce storm,
Or danger in any shape or form.
Why should I fret? I am safe from all harm -
Only the good die young.

I've nothing to fear as I go through each day
Safe from pitfalls along the way;
Fearless in the spite of not knowing my way -
Only the good die young.

So I'll ramble along on my journey through life,
Safe and secure through the storm and the strife;
Ignoring the perils which threaten my life -
For only the good die young.