When the young folks gather 'round in the good old-fashioned way, <br />Singin' all the latest songs gathered from the newest play, <br />Or they start the phonograph an' shove the chairs back to the wall <br />An' hold a little party dance, I'm happiest of all. <br />Then I sorter settle back, plumb contented to the core, <br />An' I tell myself most proudly, that's what home's intended for. <br /> <br />When the laughter's gaily ringin' an' the room is filled with song, <br />I like, to sit an' watch 'em, all that glad an' merry throng, <br />For the ragtime they are playin' on the old piano there <br />Beats any high-toned music where the bright lights shine an' glare, <br />An' the racket they are makin' stirs my pulses more and more, <br />So I whisper in my gladness: that's what home's intended for. <br /> <br />Then I smile an' say to Mother, let 'em move the chairs about, <br />Let 'em frolic in the parlor, let 'em shove the tables out, <br />Jus' so long as they are near us, jus' so long as they will stay <br />By the fireplace we are keepin', harm will never come their way, <br />An' you'll never hear me grumble at the bills that keep me poor, <br />It's the finest part o' livin'- that's what home's intended for.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-home-s-intended-for/
