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|
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' ...
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two