Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest Poems
|963.||He Who Serves||3/29/2010|
|965.||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' ...
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