I've trudged life's highway up and down; <br /> I've watched the lines of men march by; <br />I've seen them in the busy town, <br /> And seen them under country sky; <br />I've talked with toilers in the ranks, <br /> And walked with men whose hands were white, <br />And learned, when closed were stores and banks, <br /> We're nearly all alike at night. <br /> <br />Just find the wise professor when <br /> He isn't lost in ancient lore, <br />And he, like many other men, <br /> Romps with his children on the floor. <br />He puts his gravity aside <br /> To share in innocent delight. <br />Stripped of position's pomp and pride, <br /> We're nearly all the same at night. <br /> <br />Serving a common cause, we go <br /> Unto our separate tasks by day, <br />And rich or poor or great or low, <br /> Regardless of their place or pay, <br />Cherish the common dreams of men- <br /> A home where love and peace unite. <br />We serve the self-same end and plan, <br /> We're all alike when it is night. <br /> <br />Each for his loved ones wants to do <br /> His utmost. Brothers are we all, <br />When we have run the work-day through, <br /> In romping with our children small; <br />Rich men and poor delight in play <br /> When care and caste have taken flight. <br />At home, in all we think and say, <br /> We're very much the same at night.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-re-all-alike/
