EDgar ALbert Guest
EDgar ALbert Guest
so much of HIStory is lost under my command
we may never find the truth of just one man
we do have his Story here is the nut shell
he wrote a lot of stories they were popular during his life he was not a dead poet but a living writer type he wrote about the day to day existence and thrilled his audience in the news papers was he Neurotic possibly he may have been addicted to Lemon mints. He might have chafed at his white collar and became confused at the uncertainty of the future he might have become a nervous wreck and took it out on his typewriter. He peered at his Monocular world with a rose colored eye. He penned a lot like me. He may have been a secret poet and he left a secret poem far behind some day they will find this prose paper and attribute it too eye they say no one can write like CharlaX he was one of the good guys in his day. Iff Guest had wrote a poem is this what it might say.
Guest
We spend a short time here there is no rest for the weary worker all is toil and in the middle of this chaos a man has to stand up for his people at the Helm of all creation and just yell all is Well / CharlaX A. Guest
The End is A. Near
Then the little troubles vanish,
And the sorrows disappear,
Then we find the grit to banish
All the cares that hovered near,
And we smack our lips in pleasure
O'er a joy no coin can buy,
And we down the golden treasure
Which is known as lemon pie.
This is just one of A.Guest poems ed,note.ed isint it a strang fact that charlaX guessed this man likes lemon mints.
