Edgar Albert Guest

(20 August 1881 - 5 August 1959 / Birmingham / England)

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

641. Life's Slacker 7/15/2014
642. A Song 8/15/2014
643. Lost Opportunities 8/15/2014
644. The Responsibility Of Fatherhood 8/15/2014
645. If Those Who Love Us 8/14/2014
646. The Benefit Of Trouble 8/14/2014
647. It's A Boy 8/14/2014
648. Little Girls 8/14/2014
649. My Soul And I 8/15/2014
650. When Mother Made An Angel Cake 8/20/2014
651. To A Lady Knitting 8/20/2014
652. Roses And Gasoline 8/26/2014
653. The Little Chap 8/25/2014
654. The Simple Things 8/20/2014
655. Sticky Fingers 8/25/2014
656. The Ballad Of The New Arrival 8/26/2014
657. Thoughts Of A Father 8/27/2014
658. The Time For Brotherhood 8/27/2014
659. If I Were Santa Claus 8/27/2014
660. Jes' Wonderin'! 8/27/2014
661. On Station Farewells 8/27/2014
662. When The Dressmaker Comes 8/27/2014
663. The Brave Men 8/27/2014
664. When Ma Wants Something New 9/2/2014
665. Dan Mcgann Declares Himself 9/2/2014
666. The Bright Side 8/27/2014
667. Living Flowers 8/27/2014
668. The Vote Of Thanks 8/25/2014
669. Nothing To Laugh At 8/20/2014
670. The Baby's Feet 8/20/2014
671. The Kindergarten Miss 8/20/2014
672. I'Ll Never Be Rich 8/20/2014
673. Pa And The Monthly Bills 8/20/2014
674. Pleasing Dad 8/20/2014
675. When An Old Man Gets To Thinking 8/20/2014
676. Living Monuments 8/20/2014
677. Memories Of Tomorrow 8/20/2014
678. A Pat On The Back 8/20/2014
679. She Powders Her Nose 8/20/2014
680. His Example 8/20/2014

Comments about Edgar Albert Guest

  • Naomi Bigelow (2/8/2008 5:08:00 PM)

    I grew up listening to WJR radio out of Detroit; listening to Edgar A. Guest's son, Bud Guest was part of everyday life. I remember one of his dad's poems, 'Open-face Letters' as the earliest one I can recall. This man's poetry and his son's voice are some of the homey things from The Good Old Days. They influenced me to begin writing poetry, too. Although I ended up published with novels, I still write the occasional poem, partly due to the Guests.

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Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.

If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' ...

Read the full of Hard Luck

Hard Luck

Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,