Forgotten Boyhood
Edgar Guest 

He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
He doesn't like to hear them shout
Or race and run and romp about,
And if they chance to climb his tree,
He is as ugly as can be.
If in his yard they drive a ball,
Which near his pretty flowers should fall,
He hides the leather sphere away,
Thus hoping to prevent their play.

The youngsters worry him a lot,
This sorry man who has forgot
That once upon a time, he too
The self-same mischief used to do.
The boyhood he has left behind
Has strangely vanished from his mind,
And he is old and gray and cross
For having suffered such a loss.
He thinks he never had the joy
That is the birthright of a boy.

He has forgotten how he ran,
Or to a dog's tail tied a can,
Broke window panes, and loved to swipe
Some neighbor's apples, red and ripe--
He thinks that always, day or night,
His conduct was exactly right.
In boys to-day he cannot see
The youngster that he used to be,
Forgotten is that by-gone day,
When he was mischievous as they.

Poor man! I'm sorry for your lot.
The best of life you have forgot.
Could you remember what you were,
Unharnessed and untouched by spur,
These youngsters that you drive away
Would be your comrades here to-day.
Among them you could gayly walk
And share their laughter and their talk;
You could be young and blithe as they,
Could you recall your yesterday.




~ Unsorted ~
Good Books    When Day Is Done    What We Need
God Made This Day For Me    The Homely Man    The Joys We Miss
What I Call Living    If This Were All    A Christmas Carol
Forgotten Boyhood    The Peaks of Valor    No Children!
The Loss Is Not So Great    Home and the Office    He's Taken Out His Papers
No Room for Hate    A Boy and His Dog    No Better Land Than This

~ Patriotism ~
A Patriotic Creed    Memorial Day    Show the Flag
Things That Make A Soldier Great    
Forefathers' Day    A Creed    A Patriotic Wish
The Future

~ Everyday Living ~
Raisen Pie    Out Fishin'   

~ Friendship ~
A Friend    Be A Friend    A Friends Greeting

~ Having Character ~
At The Door    Myself    You   
The Brethren    The Love of the Game    Influence
The Finer Thought    When You Know A Fellow    Thoughtlessness
Things That Haven't Been Done Before    The Cheat    Equipment
True Nobility    Can't

~ On Being A Dad ~
Only A Dad    Afraid Of His Dad    Story Telling

~ Boys & Girls ~
Treasures    The Beauties    Being Brave At Night
A Boy and His Dad    The Good Little Boy   

~ The Babies ~
A New Baby In The House    A Child Of Mine
When A Baby Dies    Baby Feet    What A Baby Costs

~ Being A Man ~
A Real Man    My Creed    A Man
Lord Make Me A Regular Man    The Man Who Couldn't Save
The True Man    Answering Him

~ Home & The Family~
The Little Home    On Going Home For Christmas    Take Home A Smile
The Stick-Together Families    The Perfect Dinner Table
Home (It Takes A Heap O' Livin')

~ God & Faith ~
Silent    When Sorrow Comes    Sermons We See
The First Easter    As We Prayed    The Weaver
Faith    On a Certain Religious Argument   

~ Life ~
Life    It Couldn't Be Done    See It Through
Life's Canvas   

~ A Certain Kind Of Folk ~
The Lighthouse Keeper Wonders    The Scoutmaster


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