Selfish

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Title:     Selfish
Author: Edgar A. Guest [More Titles by Guest]

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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Edgar A. Guest's Poem: Selfish

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