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Poem: “Purpose” by Edgar A. Guest

A Heap o’ Livin’

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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEdgar A. GuestPoems by Edgar A. GuestA Heap o’ Livin’
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Purpose


 Not for the sake of the gold,
    Not for the sake of the fame,
  Not for the prize would I hold
    Any ambition or aim:
  I would be brave and be true
  Just for the good I can do.

  I would be useful on earth,
    Serving some purpose or cause,
  Doing some labor of worth,
    Giving no thought to applause.
  Thinking less of the gold or the fame
  Than the joy and the thrill of the game.

  Medals their brightness may lose,
    Fame be forgotten or fade,
  Any reward we may choose
    Leaves the account still unpaid.
  But little real happiness lies
  In fighting alone for a prize.

  Give me the thrill of the task,
    The joy of the battle and strife,
  Of being of use, and I’ll ask
    No greater reward from this life.
  Better than fame or applause
  Is striving to further a cause.


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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEdgar A. GuestPoems by Edgar A. GuestA Heap o’ Livin’



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