Arthur Guiterman (/ˈɡɪtərmən/; November 20, 1871 Vienna – January 11, 1943 New York) was an American writer best known for his humorous poems. (wikipedia)
A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.
Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.
It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course, at times, mosquitoes are a pest).Yes, life is life out here in Rangely Towers(Of course Some People like the city best)!
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? --That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map.
The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.
He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.
The carpenter is not the best who makes more chips than all the rest.
When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!