Good books are friendly things to own.
If you are busy they will wait.
They will not call you on the phone
Or wake you if the hour is late.
They stand together row by row,
Upon the low shelf or the high.
But if you're lonesome this you know:
You have a friend or two nearby.
The fellowship of books is real.
They're never noisy when you're still.
They won't disturb you at your meal.
They'll comfort you when you are ill.
The lonesome hours they'll always share.
When slighted they will not complain.
And though for them you've ceased to care
Your constant friends they'll still remain.
Good books your faults will never see
Or tell about them round the town.
If you would have their company
You merely have to take them down.
They'll help you pass the time away,
They'll counsel give if that you need.
He has true friends for night and day
Who has a few good books to read.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Edgar Guest (1881 - 1959) was born in England, but moved with his family to Detroit, Michigan, when he was ten years old. He worked for more than sixty years at the Detroit Free Press, publishing his first poem at the age of seventeen, then going on to become a reporter and columnist whose work was featured in hundreds of newspapers around the country. Edgar is said to have written some 11,000 poems during his lifetime, most of it sentimental, short, upbeat verse. Critics often derided his work, but America adored him. He was known as the "People's Poet," served as Michigan's poet laureate, hosted a long-running radio show and TV show, and published more than twenty books.
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Love this almost as much as books.
Posted 02/03/2015 11:46 AM
Very helpful on this snow/torn Kingsbridge postal zone of New York City. No wonder he is the "People's Poet." I love this poem.
Posted 02/03/2015 09:50 AM
I'm not sure Guest is entirely right about this. Books are often noisy when I'm still. They demand my attention at mealtimes and often wake me at night. They all seem to clamor, "Read me! Read me! Read me!
Posted 02/03/2015 09:47 AM
I love Edgar who was an early influence on my own poetry. I was born in Detroit.
Posted 02/03/2015 08:36 AM