Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest Poems
|963.||He Who Serves||3/29/2010|
|964.||The Little Orphan||1/1/2004|
|969.||A Father's Prayer||3/29/2010|
|970.||The Bachelor's Soliloquy||1/1/2004|
|971.||A Toast To The Men||1/1/2004|
|974.||See It Through||1/1/2004|
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,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.
Here's to the ...
How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may talk of pluck; it's an easy word,
And where'er you go it is often heard;
But can you tell to a jot or guess
Just how much courage you now possess?
You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,
But have you tackled self-discipline?
Have you ever issued commands to you