Sunday, June 17, 2012

You May Talk of Lofty Places

Daddies
by Edgar A. Guest


I would rather be the daddy
Of a romping, roguish crew,
Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie
And a little girl or two,
Than the monarch of a nation
In his high and lofty seat
Taking empty adoration
From the subjects at his feet.

I would rather own their kisses
As at night to me they run,
Than to be the king who misses
All the simpler forms of fun.
When his dreary day is ending
He is dismally alone,
But when my sun is descending
There are joys for me to own.

He may ride to horns and drumming;
I must walk a quiet street,
But when once they see me coming
Then on joyous, flying feet
They come racing to me madly
And I catch them with a swing
And I say it proudly, gladly,
That I'm happier than a king.

You may talk of lofty places,
You may boast of pomp and power,
Men may turn their eager faces
To the glory of an hour,
But give me the humble station
With its joys that long survive,
For the daddies of the nation
Are the happiest men alive.

Guest was born in England, but lived in the U.S. from the time he was ten years old. He was prolific in his poetry, writing humble poems on humble topics, and became so popular that he was named the Poet Laureate of Michigan, an honor that is uniquely his. He also has the enviable and unique honor of having been attacked for his poetry by both Dorothy Parker and Lemony Snicket.

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