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Edgar Guest - When We`re All Alike
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I`ve trudged life`s highway up and down;
  I`ve watched the lines of men march by;
I`ve seen them in the busy town,
  And seen them under country sky;
I`ve talked with toilers in the ranks,
  And walked with men whose hands were white,
And learned, when closed were stores and banks,
  We`re nearly all alike at night.

Just find the wise professor when
  He isn`t lost in ancient lore,
And he, like many other men,
  Romps with his children on the floor.
He puts his gravity aside
  To share in innocent delight.
Stripped of position`s pomp and pride,
  We`re nearly all the same at night.

Serving a common cause, we go
  Unto our separate tasks by day,
And rich or poor or great or low,
  Regardless of their place or pay,
Cherish the common dreams of men--
  A home where love and peace unite.
We serve the self-same end and plan,
  We`re all alike when it is night.

Each for his loved ones wants to do
  His utmost. Brothers are we all,
When we have run the work-day through,
  In romping with our children small;
Rich men and poor delight in play
  When care and caste have taken flight.
At home, in all we think and say,
  We`re very much the same at night.
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