Myself by Edgar Guest

by Paula

I came upon your site and thought of a poem you might like to include. It is called "Myself" by Edgar A. Guest.

Our maternal grandparents lived in another state and we only saw them twice a year. We would always have a poem memorized or a song to sing on the first evening of every visit. I recited this poem in 6th grade (1971) for English class - and apparently Grandpa really liked it - I was asked to recite it at his funeral in 1986. It definitely described him. I thought it would be a
nice addition for your list. Thank you.

What a touching story. Here's the poem;

by Edgar Guest

I have to live with myself, and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I've done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am;
I don't want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to think as I come and go
That I'm for bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself -- and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

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Sep 17, 2015
Patient and friend
by: Anonymous

I am a nurse in Montana and this poem was read at a friends funeral. This person was so important in my life and this poem definitely described the way she lived. I am going to hang it on the wall in the hospital for inspiration and Have made a copy for my wallet as well. In remembrance of a dear friend and extended family. She may have started out as a patient, but grew to be much, much more.

May 29, 2014
Myself- What a Wonderful Poem
by: Sylvia Lewis

This Poem by Edgar Albert Guest is still one of my favorite poems. I had to learn this poem in the 6th or 7th Grade. I never ever forgot it. What a time we lived in! This was back in 1969.
It is so sad the American culture has changed. Most public & private schools curriculum does not include poetry at all. Thanks for printing Mr. Guest's poem. It is definitely a WINNER!


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