Edgar Albert Guest

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

Edgar Albert Guest Poems

1. The Temple - What Makes It Of Worth 3/29/2010
2. A Christmas Carol 7/11/2014
3. The Soldier On Crutches 7/11/2014
4. As We Prayed 7/11/2014
5. Silent 7/11/2014
6. He's Taken Out His Papers 7/11/2014
7. What We Need 7/11/2014
8. The Path To Home 7/11/2014
9. The Common Joys 7/11/2014
10. The Cheat 7/11/2014
11. Boy O' Mine 7/11/2014
12. Folks 7/11/2014
13. Picture Books 7/11/2014
14. Lines For A Flag Raising Ceremony 7/11/2014
15. Old-Fashioned Letters 7/11/2014
16. The Frosting Dish 7/11/2014
17. The Fifty-Per-Cent Man 7/11/2014
18. The Best Land 7/11/2014
19. The Need 7/11/2014
20. The Brethren 7/11/2014
21. The Family Doctor 7/11/2014
22. Playing The Game 7/11/2014
23. Bread And Gravy 7/12/2014
24. Motherhood 7/12/2014
25. Living 7/12/2014
26. When The Young Are Grown 7/12/2014
27. The Homely Man 7/11/2014
28. Youth 7/12/2014
29. Playing For Keeps 7/12/2014
30. The Boy's Ideal 7/12/2014
31. The Newspaper Man 7/12/2014
32. Denial 7/12/2014
33. The Call 7/12/2014
34. Somebody Else 7/12/2014
35. The Grate Fire 7/12/2014
36. The One In Ten 7/12/2014
37. The Things They Musn'T Touch 7/12/2014
38. His Other Chance 7/12/2014
39. July The Fourth 7/12/2014
40. The Silver Stripes 7/12/2014
Best Poem of Edgar Albert Guest

Be A Friend

Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who's unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone's friend.

Be a friend. You don't need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who's bravely trying,
Pity him who's sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend.

Be a friend. The pay is bigger
(Though not ...

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Hard Luck

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,

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