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You do not know it, little man, In your summer coat of tan And your legs bereft of hose And your peeling, sunburned nose, With a stone bruise on your toe,
Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.
I don’t mind the man with a red bl… At a real or a fancied wrong; I can stand for the chap with a gr… To drop it when joy comes along; I have praise for the fellow who s…
How much grit do you think you’ve… Can you quit a thing that you like… You may talk of pluck; it’s an eas… And where’er you go it is often he… But can you tell to a jot or guess
Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,
I’d like to think when life is don… That I had filled a needed post. That here and there I’d paid my f… With more than idle talk and boast… That I had taken gifts divine.
There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street
Heard of Contradictin’ Joe? Most contrary man I know. Always sayin’, 'That’s not so.’ Nothing’s ever said, but he Steps right up to disagree–
TWO long-haired friends at table… And sipped some old Sauterne, And each one sought throughout the… The other’s tricks to learn. ‘I see some dandruff on your coat,…
When an empty sleeve or a sightles… Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on… For His watchful care o’er me. And I say to myself, as the cripp…
‘What is the glory of age?’ I sai… ‘A hoard of gold and a few dear fr… When you’ve reached the day that y… And see the place where your journ… When Time has robbed you of youth…
I LIKE the homes where a Teddy… Monopolizes the best arm chair, Where the sofa a rag doll occupies And a train of cars in the corner… For those are the signs that the h…
If I knew a better land on this g… Where a man gets bigger money and… If the Briton or the Frenchman ha… I’d pack my goods this minute and… But I notice when an alien wants…
We’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours,
The gentle hand of women folks Keeps this old world in line, It smooths away our bits of care And makes the struggle fine. It turns to blue our skies of gray…