Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

681. The Summer Children 7/12/2014
682. The Fishing Outfit 7/12/2014
683. Another Mouth To Feed 7/12/2014
684. Real Swimming 7/12/2014
685. The Sulkers 7/14/2014
686. His Room 8/14/2014
687. Easy Service 8/14/2014
688. A Christmas Greeting 8/14/2014
689. Hope 8/14/2014
690. Today 8/14/2014
691. Over Here 8/14/2014
692. The Struggle 8/14/2014
693. The Man Who's Down 8/20/2014
694. Human Failings 8/25/2014
695. The Joys Of Earth 8/25/2014
696. Doughnuts And Cider 8/26/2014
697. What To Do 8/27/2014
698. Mother's Party Dress 8/27/2014
699. Real Lessons 8/20/2014
700. Mother's Job 8/20/2014
701. The Test 8/20/2014
702. Real Help 8/27/2014
703. Faces 8/14/2014
704. The Open Fire 7/12/2014
705. As Fall The Leaves 7/12/2014
706. Midnight In The Pantry 7/12/2014
707. There Are No Gods! 7/12/2014
708. Bud 7/12/2014
709. The World Is Against Me 7/12/2014
710. A Father's Thoughts 7/12/2014
711. The Roads Of Happiness 7/12/2014
712. Forgetful Pa 7/12/2014
713. The Lonely Old Fellow 7/12/2014
714. Sausage 7/11/2014
715. At Breakfast Time 7/11/2014
716. A New Baby In The House 7/11/2014
717. The Alarm 3/29/2010
718. Move We Adjourn 3/29/2010
719. The Call Of The Woods 8/14/2014
720. Becoming A Dad 8/14/2014

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Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

Myself

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle ...

Read the full of Myself

A Toast To The Men

Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,

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