I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands Beside my gate and chats with me awhile. Gives me the glory of his radiant smile And comes at times to help with willing hands. No station high or rank this man commands; He, too, must trudge, as I, the long day's mile; And yet, devoid of pomp or gaudy style, He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands. To him I go when sorrow's at my door; On him I lean when burdens come my way; Together oft we talk our trials o'er, And there is warmth in each good night we say. A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end When man has made the man next door his friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN MY MOTHER by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |