Show Just Folks Folk By EDGAR A. A GUEST THE TilE TRIVIAL IMPERFECTIONS NS When some one has b ben been en kind v to me His faults I never seem to see When friends my heavy n need d would share hare I never see the clothes they wear I never st stand nd in scorn to note The necktie do doesn't nt match the coat only In my moments proud I think another's voice too loud Or criticise his choice of ot ha hats And overcoats and shoes and spats And cite his trifling faults as s though They were important things to know only when Im I'm trouble-free trouble The flaws in others I Ican can see Or think it smart to make a jest Of one whose worth I haven't guessed But Bul wh when n Im I'm hurt and he is kind To all things else Im I'm deaf deat and blind bUnd The little flaws at which we smile And make so much of ot all the while Are wisps of ot habit which conceal The tenderness our griers reveal When one stands helpless S and afraid Who cares how friendship comes arrayed Copyright 1935 Edgar A. A Guest |