Show I I By Edgar J U us S t F 0 1 1 k K S A. A Guest TIlE COMMON TOUCH The lonely roads roads' of pride and pomp I have no wish to fare Give rue me the lanes of toiling folk and men who wake to care The little streets where sleeved shirt men make gardens after tea Or stand in friendly groups to chat are arc where I choose to be For life holds holds' more than silk and wine vinc and more than things to buy And they best understand its moods who do not climb too high Bo Book k wisdom is a haughty thing that draws itself apart And sometimes never sees or reads the lessons of the he heart rt J But on the humble streets dwell men and women very wise In all the pain and care and doubt and sorrow that arise There laughters laughter's ring is genuine and pity is ex cx- pressed In kindly understanding deeds that soothe the aching breast So I would walk the lesser roads where many men abide Who have not yet been lured away by place and pomp and pride pride- S For busy folk are friendly folk and quick their strength to share They know how heavy are arc the loads which most of us must bear Since life is more than silk and wine in touch with life Id I'd keep i And understand the human heart and know why people |