| Show Just Folks By Dy EDGAR A. A GUEST CHOICE Each to his own desire must keep And who is there thero to sa say That all must plow and plant and reap And hoard the gain away And who shall shaH bid us toil for fame Or kneel at fortunes fortune's throne When some may have a gentler aim They choose to make their own While some Bome there are arc who we wel we- welcome Ic I- I c come nc strife strite Nor want its din to cease Some find the lasting joys of life Along tho the ways way of peace Let him who will spend all his powers His fortune to secure The man man who gives his hia heart to flowers May happier be be though poor What pleases you or r gladdens me ma Another man may scorn Some Somo will not quit their beds to see sec seeThe x The sun come up at dawn They'd rather sleep the time away Than morning skies behold And somo some would rather poor men stay Than roan kill for themselves gold Copyright 1936 1036 Edgar A. A Guest |