THE WELCOME MAN

There's a man in the world who is never turned down, wherever he chances to stray;

he gets the glad hand in the populous town, or out where the farmers make hay;

he's greeted with pleasure on deserts of sand, and deep in the aisles of the woods;

wherever he goes there's the welcoming hand--he's The Man Who Delivers the Goods.

The failures of life sit around and complain; the gods haven't treated them white;

they've lost their umbrellas whenever there's rain, and they haven't their lanterns at night;

men tire of the failures who fill with their sighs the air of their own neighborhoods;

there's one who is greeted with love-lighted eyes--he's The Man Who Delivers the Goods.

One fellow is lazy, and watches the clock, and waits for the whistle to blow;

and one has a hammer, with which he will knock, and one tells a story of woe;

and one, if requested to travel a mile, will measure the perches and roods;

but one does his stunt with a whistle or smile--he's The Man Who Delivers the Goods.

One man is afraid that he'll labor too hard--the world isn't yearning for such;

and one man is always alert, on his guard, lest he put in a minute too much;

and one has a grouch or a temper that's bad, and one is a creature of moods;

so it's hey for the joyous and rollicking lad--for the One Who Delivers the Goods!

Walt Mason.

From 'Walt Mason, His Book.