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Edgar Guest - The Road Builder
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I DO not care for garments fine, 
I do not care for medals bright; 
I have no wish to quench with wine 
My thirst when I go home at night. 
I`m satisfied with work to do, 
And I`m content to bear my load 
If only I can carve and hew 
For those I love a better road.

I have no wish for luxury
If I must live it all alone; 
Nor do I toil that I may be 
By many strangers better known. 
If I were here to toil for self
I`d have a very simple code, 
And I`d need very little pelf—
But I`m the builder of a road.

I`m on this earth to pioneer
For those who follow after me, 
According to my service here
Their chance for splendid life will be. 
Into the future I must tread
Nor whimper at the present goad; 
`Tis mine to blaze the path ahead,
I am the builder of a road.

I dare not shirk what task I find,
I dare not falsely step aside, 
Nor leave the tangled brush behind.
My pathway must be clear and wide. 
For they will tread the way I go,
They`ll come to reap the seed I sowed 
When I am sleeping `neath the snow,
I am the builder of a road.

It is for them I face the front
And strive to keep my pathway straight,
It is for them I bear the brunt 
Of selfishness and bitter hate. 
That they may know a smoother way, 
That they may bear a lighter load, 
I, smiling, face the heat of day— 
I am the builder of a road.
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