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Quite often when I am alone
And weary hours are still and long When in a deep reflective mood I feel a poem coming on And so I quickly get my pen And jot the inspiration down. For thoughts are such illusive things, Unless you catch them, they are gone. |
Why don't we greet him with a grin
And ask him how his business fares; "How is the Missus and the kids? You're getting fatter, I declare." You'll see a smile spread o'er his map And he will grasp your outstretched hand The answer will be coming back, "Why so-and-so, I'm feeling grand!" |
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And so, tonight as I reflect
Upon our lives and what it means I wonder if we do our best To scatter just a few sunbeams Or do we peddle gloom and fear That helps to darken up the way And keep the Old Depression here By gloomy looks and words we say. |
The savings bank that held our wealth,
It busted and took every cent But spite of that we still have health And really should be quite content. "The Missus and the kids are well. The hens are laying, all but four, And I have work enough to do To keep the old wolf from the door." |
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Why do we wait for death to claim
The friends with whom we mingle here And then we bring them flowers sweet And bow our heads and shed a tear And tell of all the good they've done And wonder if they're happy there? Why don't we cheer them while they live And try to help their burdens bear? |
You've done that friend a world of good
And helped to brighten up this day. You've chased away a lot of gloom And helped someone along life's way. So broaden out your smile, my friend, And help a brother all you can. There's nothing gives a soul such joy As being just a "Friend to Man." |