Show U t t. F 0 1 k S By Edgar J JUS S A. A Guest THE PERMANENT GAINS Down through the years I have struggled for what A few passing cheers And food for the pot Warm raiment to wear Chunks of wood for the fire Now I wonder if there Can be more to desire What of aU all that Ive I've known Do I cling to and boast What of all that I own Do I tre treasure sur the most Time has swept much away That I labored to gain But won for the day And it couldn't remain There are trinkets made rare By the love they recall Pictures old ot of a pair Now grown sturdy and tall I IA A few simple things Touched with pleasure or p pain in inTo To which memory clings And the rest w was was' s' s nIl all vain The family glad To fo be wearing my name The true friendS Pvc Ive had Who have shared all that came An old easy chair And a dog on the floor And what conquest or care Ever Ever promise more I J I |