Revenge

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

  If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow
     man,
  If I were pressed to do him ill, to conjure up a
     plan
  To wound him sorely and to rob his days of all
     their joy,
  I'd wish his wife would go away and take their
     little boy.
  I'd waste no time on curses vague, nor try to
      take his gold,
  Nor seek to shatter any plan that he might
     dearly hold.
  A crueler revenge than that for him I would
     bespeak:
  I'd wish his wife and little one might leave him
     for a week.
  I'd wish him all the loneliness that comes with
     loss of those
  Who fill his life with laughter and contentment
     and repose.
  I'd wish him empty rooms at night and mocking
     stairs to squeak
  That neither wife nor little boy will greet him
     for a week.
  If I despised my fellow man, I'd make my
     hatred known
  By wishing him a week or two of living all
     alone;
  I'd let him know the torture that is mine to
     bear to-day,
  For Buddy and his mother now are miles and
     miles away.

[The end]
Edgar A. Guest's poem: Revenge

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