There are things, I know, that are sad and strange,
As the world swings round in the old-time way;
O Life is the same, though the seasons change,
And laughter and tears make our little day.
But one sad thing is the saddest of all,
Filling women's hearts with old regrets--
They take their love as a gift from above--
A woman remembers, a man--forgets!

You may say what you will, a woman's heart
Counts all as loss till she loves and lives
In the golden hours that seem to start
A new white world; and she always gives
All that she has, or dreams, or knows--
All that she feels--and she never regrets.
She gives her all, yet her meed is small--
A woman remembers, a man--forgets!

Men love today--and laugh tonight.
Forgetting a heart may break the while;
A woman, loves in her strength and might,
A man forgets--at another smile!
And the sad, mad world turns swiftly round,
And thus shall it be till the last sun sets;
A woman takes love as a gift from above--
A woman remembers, a man--forgets!