IT'S one o' my idees that men ain't all of fightin' stock, <br />They ain't all built fer ploughin' or fer hewin' out a rock; <br />An' they ain't all made fer battlin' up against life's steady stream, <br />There must be some of us on earth God put here jes' to dream; <br />Leastwise it strikes me that way — if it wasn't so, I guess, <br />Instead o' dreamin' here I 'd be out hustlin' fer success. <br /> <br />There's men that's fond o' money and there's men in love with fame, <br />An' there's others seekin' glory an' a great an' honored name; <br />There's men that's built fer fightin', men who love to plan an' scheme, <br />Men that's born with love o' conquest, an' there's men that love to dream; <br />Men who 'd rather spend a life time where the roses bloom and nod <br />Than win prizes on the highways where the fightin' brothers plod. <br /> <br />Folks may call me shiftless, maybe, an' may sneer when they go by <br />In their autos big an' splendid, while I'm gazin' at the sky, <br />An' perhaps they think I envy 'em the luxuries they know. <br />But I don't. My soul don't need 'em, an' I 'd gladly tell 'em so. <br />Fer I 'm happier with the roses, an' the hollyhocks an' trees <br />Than I would be makin' money — that is why I take my ease.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-and-dreamers/
