Salt Lake Telegram | 1944-04-06 | Page 4 | Just Folks

Just Folks By sy Edgar Guest THE TilE RUT The rut is just a rigid groove In Jn which the wheels of of- traffic move A sunken track from place to place With nothing left to f fear ar o or or r face A charted beaten well worn well r worn I trail I Wh Where re ev even n dullard dullards can cannot t fail For For- those who stay the rut within Theres There's little left to lose or or win The way by men has long been proved The hazards all have been re removed re- re moved Theres There's mu much h along the road to please And one one may jog it at his ease But boy fame li lies s oer o'er pathways pathways pathways path path- path path- ways new In finding better ways to do doThe doThe doThe The tasks of life and r reaching aching out I f From beaten lanes to grope through doubt And search the hazardous unknown unknown unknown un un- known To go go goit it if lf you must alone If It you are bothered by a dream I If still far still far off youve you've caught a agleam agleam a- a gleam Of Ot something lying ying far ahead Beyond the worn well-worn paths men tread Then you must blaze yourself the trail Nor stop to count the times you fail fall Copyright 1944 Edgar A. A Guest