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Edgar Guest - His Philosophy
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JIM had a quaint philosophy,
"It ain`t fer you, it`s jes` fer me,"
He used to say. "I don`t p`tend
T` force it onto foe or friend;
I don`t advise or recommend
This way or that fer him nor you,
Or try t` tell you what t` do;
But I jes` take myself aside
An` teach him tricks he`s never tried.

"I kinder take myself in hand
An` try t` make him understand
That he must do a full day`s work,
An` ain`t got time t` loaf an` shirk;
An` when he gets a load of care,
His shoulders are the ones t` bear
That burden, not his neighbors or
Some friend he might go running for.

"I try t` teach myself t` smile,
T` whistle every little while,
T` take whatever comes his way
As his just portion of th` day;
An` not complain an` fume an` frown,
An` vow th` world is runnin` down
An` ragged at th` heel becoz
Things ain`t as pleasant as they was.

"Fer I`ve got all that I can do
T` keep myself in line; that`s true.
It ain`t fer me t` stand up now
An` try t` tell my neighbors how
They ought t` live, an` what t` do,
T` hold up all their faults t` view.
Reformin` others may be fine,
But somehow that ain`t in my line.

"Yes, I`ve my own philosophy,
But it "s intended jes` fer me;
It`s made t` keep myself in line,
T make me never show a sign
Of fear or cowardice when things
Go wrong or untold sorrow stings,
An` that is all that I can do —
You`ll have t` say what`s best fer you.`
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