It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like the best <br />Are not the splendid parties with the women gaily dressed, <br />And the music tuned for dancing and the laughter of the throng, <br />With a paid comedian's antics or a hired musician's song, <br />But the quiet times of friendship, with the chuckles and the grin, <br />And the circle at the fireside when a few good friends drop in. <br /> <br />There's something 'round the fireplace that no club can imitate, <br />And no throng can ever equal just a few folks near the grate; <br />Though I sometimes like an opera, there's no music quite so sweet <br />As the singing of the neighbors that you're always glad to meet; <br />Oh, I know when they come calling that the fun will soon begin, <br />And I'm happiest those evenings when a few good friends drop in. <br /> <br />There's no pomp of preparation, there's no style or sham or fuss; <br />We are glad to welcome callers who are glad to be with us, <br />And we sit around and visit or we start a merry game, <br />And we show them by our manner that we're mighty pleased they came, <br />For there's something real about it, and the yarns we love to spin, <br />And the time flies, Oh, so swiftly when a few good friends drop in. <br /> <br />Let me live my life among them, cheerful, kindly folks and true, <br />And I'll ask no greater glory till my time of life is through; <br />Let me share the love and favor of the few who know me best, <br />And I'll spend my time contented till my sun sinks in the west; <br />I will take what fortune sends me and the little I may win, <br />And be happy on those evenings when a few good friends drop in.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-friends-drop-in/
