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People Liked Him
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| by Edgar A. Guest |
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People liked him, not because
He was rich or
known to fame;
He had never won applause
As
a star in any game
His was not a brilliant style,
His was not a forceful way,
But he had a gentle
smile
And a kindly word to say
Never arrogant
or proud,
On he went with manner mild;
Never
quarrelsome or loud,
Just as simple as a child
Honest, patient, brave and true:
Thus he lived
from day to day,
Doing what he found to do
In
a cheerful sort of way
Wasn't one to boast of
gold
Or belittle it with sneers,
Didn't change
from hot to cold,
Kept his friends throughout the
years
Sort of man you like to meet
Any time
or any place
There was always something sweet
And refreshing in his face
Sort of man you'd
like to be:
Balanced well and truly square;
Patient in adversity,
Generous when his skies were
fair
Never lied to friend or foe,
Never rash
in word or deed,
Quick to come and slow to go
In a neighbor's time of need
Never rose to
wealth or fame,
Simply lived, and simply died,
But the passing of his name
Left a sorrow, far
and wide
Not for glory he'd attained,
Nor
for what he had of pelf,
Were the friends that he
had gained,
But for what he was himself |
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