A little piece of wood once bitterly complained because its owner kept whittling away at it,gouging it and making holes in it.But the one who was cutting it paid no attention to the stick's protests. He was making a flute out of that piece of ebony, and he was too

We are never too old to be happy
To laugh and to smile and to sing
Never too old for a childlike trust
That a blessing each day will bring