The Family's Homely Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGCCHH FFIIJJKK LLMMHH| There never was a family without its homely man | A |
| With legs a little longer than the ordinary plan | A |
| An' a shock of hair that brush an' comb can't ever straighten out | B |
| An' hands that somehow never seem to know what they're about | B |
| The one with freckled features and a nose that looks as though | C |
| It was fashioned by the youngsters from a chunk of mother's dough | C |
| You know the man I'm thinking of the homely one an' plain | D |
| That fairly oozes kindness like a rosebush dripping rain | D |
| His face is never much to see but back of it there lies | E |
| A heap of love and tenderness and judgment sound and wise | E |
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| And so I sing the homely man that's sittin' in his chair | F |
| And pray that every family will always have him there | F |
| For looks don't count for much on earth it's hearts that wear the gold | G |
| An' only that is ugly which is selfish cruel cold | G |
| The family needs him Oh so much more maybe than they know | C |
| Folks seldom guess a man's real worth until he has to go | C |
| But they will miss a heap of love an' tenderness the day | H |
| God beckons to their homely man an' he must go away | H |
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| He's found in every family it doesn't matter where | F |
| They live or be they rich or poor the homely man is there | F |
| You'll find him sitting quiet like and sort of drawn apart | I |
| As though he felt he shouldn't be where folks are fine an' smart | I |
| He likes to hide himself away a watcher of the fun | J |
| An' seldom takes a leading part when any game's begun | J |
| But when there's any task to do like need for extra chairs | K |
| I've noticed it's the homely man that always climbs the stairs | K |
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| And always it's the homely man that happens in to mend | L |
| The little toys the youngsters break for he's the children's friend | L |
| And he's the one that sits all night to watch beside the dead | M |
| And sends the worn out sorrowers and broken hearts to bed | M |
| The family wouldn't be complete without him night or day | H |
| To smooth the little troubles out and drive the cares away | H |
Edgar Albert Guest
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