Edgar Albert Guest Poems

We're queer folks here.
We'll talk about the weather,
The good times we have had together,
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In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,
Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;
Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm not the one to say,
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Last year he wanted building blocks,
And picture books and toys,
A saddle horse that gayly rocks,
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Prettiest girl I've ever seen
Is Ma.
Lovelier than any queen
Is Ma.
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If certain folks that I know well
Should come to me their woes to tell
I'd read the sorrow in their faces
And I could analyze their cases.
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It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadays
The burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.
Of course the cost of living has gone soaring to the sky
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Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
The pansies in their patch of shade,
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A year is filled with glad events:
The best is Christmas day,
But every holiday presents
Its special round of play,
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Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt,
And somewhere, as a little boy, that future hero plays about.
Within some humble home, no doubt, that instrument of greater things
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Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day.
Nobody shouts a 'hello!' to him in the good old-fashioned way.
Nobody comes to his porch at night and sits in that extra chair
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