Threesome

A poem using only three-letter words

Sob not nor rue

The odd sad day

But aim for joy,

Too few are gay;

Too oft has woe

Her own way had

And men cut low

Are far too sad;

Dab not thy eye

And cry you not,

Ask not for aid

Nor rue thy lot;

The old can ail,

Yea, ail they may,

Aim you for joy

And win the day.