Folk need a lot of loving in the morning;
The day is all before, with cares beset —
The cares we know, and they that give no warning;
For love is God’s own antidote for fret.
Folk need a heap of loving at the noontime —
In the battle lull, the moment snatched from strife —
Halfway between the waking and the croontime,
While bickering and worriment are rife.
Folk hunger so for loving at the nighttime,
When wearily they take them home to rest —
At slumber song and turning-out-the-light time —
Of all the times for loving, that’s the best.
Folk want a lot of loving every minute —
The sympathy of others and their smile!
Till life’s end, from the moment they begin it,
Folks need a lot of loving all the while.
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Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954) was an American humorist, lecturer, and poet. Born in Ohio, Strickland started out as a journalist and worked for several different newspapers, including the Washington Post. While on staff at the Richmond Daily Palladium, he wrote a humorous poem about an Irish railroader that ended up in Life Magazine and led to swift national acclaim. Credited with writing the world's shortest poem--"Lines on the Antiquity of Microbes"(subtitled "Fleas"): "Adam/Had 'em."--as well as one of the world?s most anthologized poems (this one), Strickland produced a huge body of work during his lifetime. He traveled the country for years, entertaining enthralled audiences with his witty novels, satirical essays, rollicking songs, and heartwarming poetry.
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