The Junk Box Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAB CCC DDD EEE FFF GGG AAA HHH III| My father often used to say | A |
| 'My boy don't throw a thing away | A |
| You'll find a use for it some day ' | B |
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| So in a box he stored up things | C |
| Bent nails old washers pipes and rings | C |
| And bolts and nuts and rusty springs | C |
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| Despite each blemish and each flaw | D |
| Some use for everything he saw | D |
| With things material this was law | D |
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| And often when he'd work to do | E |
| He searched the junk box through and through | E |
| And found old stuff as good as new | E |
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| And I have often thought since then | F |
| That father did the same with men | F |
| He knew he'd need their help again | F |
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| It seems to me he understood | G |
| That men as well as iron and wood | G |
| May broken be and still be good | G |
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| Despite the vices he'd display | A |
| He never threw a man away | A |
| But kept him for another day | A |
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| A human junk box is this earth | H |
| And into it we're tossed at birth | H |
| To wait the day we'll be of worth | H |
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| Though bent and twisted weak of will | I |
| And full of flaws and lacking skill | I |
| Some service each can render still | I |
Edgar Albert Guest
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