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Edgar Guest - Childless
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If certain folks that I know well
Should come to me their woes to tell
I`d read the sorrow in their faces
And I could analyze their cases.
I watch some couples day by day
Go madly on their selfish way
Forever seeking happiness
And always finding something less.
If she whose face is fair to see,
Yet lacks one charm that there should be,
Should open wide her heart to-day
I think I know what she would say.

She`d tell me that his love seems cold
And not the love she knew of old;
That for the home they`ve built to share
No longer does her husband care;
That he seems happier away
Than by her side, and every day
That passes leaves them more apart;
And then perhaps her tears would start
And in a softened voice she`d add:
"Sometimes I wonder, if we had
A baby now to love, if he
Would find so many faults in me?"

And if he came to tell his woe
Just what he`d say to me, I know:
"There`s something dismal in the place
That always stares me in the face.
I love her. She is good and sweet
But still my joy is incomplete.
And then it seems to me that she
Can only see the faults in me.
I wonder sometimes if we had
A little girl or little lad,
If life with all its fret and fuss
Would then seem so monotonous?"

And what I`d say to them I know.
I`d bid them straightway forth to go
And find that child and take him in
And start the joy of life to win.
You foolish, hungry souls, I`d say,
You`re living in a selfish way.
A baby`s arms stretched out to you
Will give you something real to do.
And though God has not sent one down
To you, within this very town
Somewhere a little baby lies
That would bring gladness to your eyes.

You cannot live this life for gold
Or selfish joys. As you grow old
You`ll find that comfort only springs
From living for the living things.
And home must be a barren place
That never knows a baby`s face.
Take in a child that needs your care,
Give him your name and let him share
Your happiness and you will own
More joy than you have ever known,
And, what is more, you`ll come to feel
That you are doing something real.
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