Show Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST THE TILE OLD YOUNGSTER But commonplace It seems to say He rises at the break of ot day And flings his window wide and grins crins As once again his work begins How trivial to te tell it seems That still he be cherishes his dreams And with the rapture of at a boy boyA A passing fancy can enjoy He looks with evident delight On all that swims into his sight In every long familiar view He finds a bit of splendor new Humming a snatch of merry song His little street he hell he'll walk along And find tind some interest groat great or sma small Which others never see at alL Life Lite holds hoId so many curious things Each day some new adventures brings And never comes carnes to him that lull Which some describe as boredom dull Such zest in life liCe to speak the tho truth Is h but the commonplace of ot youth But this blithe happy happ friend of oC mine Finds life lite still aUlI good at seventy- seventy nine Co J |