Edgar Albert Guest - What I Call Living

Edgar Albert Guest - What I Call Living

The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold; br The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold; br The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea, br And upon this vital subject no two of us agree. br But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along, br That living's made of laughter and good-fellowship and song. br br I wouldn't call it living always to be seeking gold, br To bank all the present gladness for the days when I'll be old. br I wouldn't call it living to spend all my strength for fame, br And forego the many pleasures which to-day are mine to claim. br I wouldn't for the splendor of the world set out to roam, br And forsake my laughing children and the peace I know at home. br Oh, the thing that I call living isn't gold or fame at all! br br It's good-fellowship and sunshine, and it's roses by the wall; br It's evenings glad with music and a hearth fire that's ablaze, br And the joys which come to mortals in a thousand different ways. br It is laughter and contentment and the struggle for a goal; br It is everything that's needful in the shaping of a soul.


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Uploaded: 2014-10-29

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