Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

Selfish

I am selfish in my wishin' every sort o' joy for you;
I am selfish when I tell you that I'm wishin' skies o' blue
Bending o'er you every minute, and a pocketful of gold,
An' as much of love an' gladness as a human heart can hold.
Coz I know beyond all question that if such a thing could be
As you cornerin' life's riches you would share 'em all with me.

I am selfish in my wishin' every sorrow from your way,
With no trouble thoughts to fret you at the closin' o' the day;
An' it's selfishness that bids me wish you comforts by the score,
An' all the joys you long for, an' on top o' them, some more;
Coz I know, old tried an' faithful, that if such a thing could be
As you cornerin' life's riches you would share 'em all with me.

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