THE WELCOME MAN
by Walt Mason
There's a man in the world who is never
turned down, wherever he chances
to stray; he gets the glad hand in
the populous town, or out where the farmers make hay; he's greeted with pleasure
on deserts of sand, and deep in the aisles
of the woods; wherever he goes there's
the welcoming hand, he's
The Man Who Delivers the Goods.
The failures of life sit around and complain;
the gods haven't treated them white;
they've lost their umbrellas whenever
there's rain, and they haven't their lanterns
at night; men tire of the failures who fill
with their sighs the air of their own neighborhoods; there's one who is greeted
with love-lighted eyes - he's The Man Who Delivers the Goods.
One fellow is lazy, and watches the clock,
and waits for the whistle to blow; and one
has a hammer, with which he will knock,
and one tells a story of woe; and one,
if requested to travel a mile, will measure
the perches and roods; but one does his
stunt with a whistle or smile - he's
The Man Who Delivers the Goods.
One man is afraid that he'll labor too hard,
the world isn't yearning for such; and one
man is always alert, on his guard, lest he
put in a minute too much; and one
has a grouch or a temper that's bad,
and one is a creature of moods;
so it's hey for the joyous and rollicking lad
- for the One Who Delivers the Goods !
From "Walt Mason, His Book."
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