🌾 Today’s Poem ~ Lemon Pie

Lemon Pie

Edgar Guest

The world is full of gladness,
            There are joys of many kinds,
          There's a cure for every sadness,
            That each troubled mortal finds.
          And my little cares grow lighter
            And I cease to fret and sigh,
          And my eyes with joy grow brighter
            When she makes a lemon pie.

          When the bronze is on the filling
            That's one mass of shining gold,
          And its molten joy is spilling
            On the plate, my heart grows bold
          And the kids and I in chorus
            Raise one glad exultant cry
          And we cheer the treat before us
            Which is mother's lemon pie.

          Then the little troubles vanish,
            And the sorrows disappear,
          Then we find the grit to banish
            All the cares that hovered near,
          And we smack our lips in pleasure
            O'er a joy no coin can buy,
          And we down the golden treasure
            Which is known as lemon pie.

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