fill the cup of play;
That age must mourn for what is lost
throughout the coming years.
But boys cannot appreciate their priceless joy
until too late
And those who own the charms I had will
soon be changed to men;
And then, they too will sit, as I, and backward
turn to look and sigh
And share my longing, vain, to be a carefree
WHAT A BABY COSTS
"How much do babies cost?" said he
The other night upon my knee;
And then I said: "They cost a lot;
A lot of watching by a cot,
A lot of sleepless hours and care,
A lot of heart-ache and despair,
A lot of fear and trying dread,
And sometimes many tears are shed
In payment for our babies small,
But every one is worth it all.
"For babies people have to pay
A heavy price from day to day --
There is no way to get one cheap.
Why, sometimes when they're fast asleep
You have to get up in the night
And go and see
I've been reading and re-reading this one for years. These were newspaper verses, printed in 1916, and they're all sincere, straightforward and corny. I have learned something important myself as a writer from Guest: there are important things you just can't say if you're afraid of looking unsophisticated. If you're willing to risk looking like an unsophisticated reader, you'll enjoy these.