Selfishness
Search history, my boy, and see
What petty selfishness has done.
Find if you can one victory
That little minds have ever won.
There is no record there to read
Of men who fought for self alone,
No instance of a single deed
Splendor they may proudly own.
Through all life's story you will find
The miser—with his hoarded gold—
A hermit, dreary and unkind,
An outcast from the human fold.
Men hold him up to view with scorn,
A creature by his wealth enslaved,
A spirit craven and forlorn,
Doomed by the money he has saved.
No man was ever truly great
Who sought to serve himself alone,
Who put himself above the state,
Above the friends about him thrown.
No man was ever truly glad
Who risked his joy on hoarded pelf,
And gave of nothing that he had
Through fear of needing it himself.
For selfishness is wintry cold,
And bitter are its joys at last,
The very charms it tries to hold,
With woes are quickly overcast.
And only he shall gladly live,
And bravely die when God shall call,
Who gathers but that he may give,
And with his fellows shares his all.
What petty selfishness has done.
Find if you can one victory
That little minds have ever won.
There is no record there to read
Of men who fought for self alone,
No instance of a single deed
Splendor they may proudly own.
Through all life's story you will find
The miser—with his hoarded gold—
A hermit, dreary and unkind,
An outcast from the human fold.
Men hold him up to view with scorn,
A creature by his wealth enslaved,
A spirit craven and forlorn,
Doomed by the money he has saved.
No man was ever truly great
Who sought to serve himself alone,
Who put himself above the state,
Above the friends about him thrown.
No man was ever truly glad
Who risked his joy on hoarded pelf,
And gave of nothing that he had
Through fear of needing it himself.
For selfishness is wintry cold,
And bitter are its joys at last,
The very charms it tries to hold,
With woes are quickly overcast.
And only he shall gladly live,
And bravely die when God shall call,
Who gathers but that he may give,
And with his fellows shares his all.
Edgar Albert Guest
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...This poem shoes that being selfish gets a person nowhere. "No man was ever truly great, who sought to serve himself alone." Selfishness, by Edgar Albert Guest, is basically saying that a man who gives nothing to anyone receives nothing. "Selfish is wintry cold," and "only he shall gladly live," are two lines in the poem that are significant to selfishness... Selfishness is held and generally experienced by cold-hearted people. A person who is selfish does not put any effort into pleasing anyone else because they simply do not care about anyone but them self. Therefore the only person that benefits from their life is them self.
This poem relates to Quotation Two: Selfishness. It also relates to my flash fiction "The Selfish Beaver," as both send out the message saying that selfish actions do not get you anywhere.
This poem relates to Quotation Two: Selfishness. It also relates to my flash fiction "The Selfish Beaver," as both send out the message saying that selfish actions do not get you anywhere.
