Somebody wants a new bonnet to wear; <br />Somebody wants a new dress; <br />Somebody needs a new bow for her hair, <br />And never the wanting grows less. <br />Oh, this is the reason I labor each day <br />And this is the joy of my tasks: <br />That deep in the envelope holding my pay <br />Is something that somebody asks. <br />I could go begging for water and bread <br />And travel the highways of ease, <br />But somebody wants a roof over his head <br />And stockings to cover his knees. <br />I could go shirking the duties of life <br />And laugh when necessity pleads, <br />But rather I stand to the toil and the strife <br />To furnish what somebody needs. <br />Somebody wants what I've strength to supply, <br />And somebody's waiting for me <br />To come home to-night with money to buy <br />Her bread and her cake and her tea. <br />And as I am strong so her laughter will ring, <br />And as I am true she will smile; <br />It's the somebody else of the toiler or king <br />That makes all the struggle worth while. <br />Somebody needs all the courage I own, <br />And somebody's trust is in me; <br />For never a man who can go it alone, <br />Whatever his station may be. <br />So I stand to my task and I stand to my care, <br />And struggle to come to success, <br />For the ribbons to tie up somebody's hair, <br />And my somebody's pretty new dress.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somebody-else-7/
