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Midnight In The Pantry by Edgar Albert Guest | Work Life Balance | Read by Simerjeet Singh
“You may have your café table with its brilliant array,
But it doesn’t charm yours truly when I’m on my homeward way…”
As much as it’s fun to go out, get something nice to eat and explore the city, nothing compares to the joy of coming home and finding something that looks delicious in your pantry.
Our next poem in the Poetry That Inspires series is Edgar Albert Guest's "Midnight in the Pantry." A cute, witty reminder to savour the small joys of life!
Have a great day ahead!
Regards, TeamSJS
Midnight In The Pantry
You can boast your round of pleasures, praise the sound of popping corks,
Where the orchestra is playing to the rattle of the forks,
And your after-opera dinner you may think superbly fine,
But that can’t compare, I’m certain, to the joy that’s always mine
When I reach my little dwelling—source, of all sincere delight—
And I prowl around the pantry in the waning hours of night.
When my business, or my pleasure, has detained me until late,
And it’s midnight, say, or after, when I reach my own estate,
Though I’m weary with my toiling I don’t hustle up to bed,
For the inner man is hungry and he’s anxious to be fed,
Then I feel a thrill of glory from my head down to my feet
As I prowl around the pantry after something good to eat.
Oft I hear a call above me: ‘Goodness gracious, come to bed!’
And I know that I’ve disturbed her by my overeager tread,
But I’ve found a glass of jelly and some bread and butter, too,
And a bit of cold fried chicken and I answer: ‘When I’m through!’
Oh, there’s no cafe that better serves my precious appetite
Than the pantry in our kitchen when I get home late at night.
You may boast your shining silver, and the linen and the flowers,
And the music and the laughter and the lights that hang in showers,
You may have your cafe table with its brilliant array,
But it doesn’t charm yours truly when I’m on my homeward way,
For a greater joy awaits me, as I hunger for a bite—
Just the joy of pantry-prowling in the middle of the night.
Watch it on YouTube: https://youtu.be/3ghIQeQpOAc
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“You may have your café table with its brilliant array,
But it doesn’t charm yours truly when I’m on my homeward way…”
As much as it’s fun to go out, get something nice to eat and explore the city, nothing compares to the joy of coming home and finding something that looks delicious in your pantry.
Our next poem in the Poetry That Inspires series is Edgar Albert Guest's "Midnight in the Pantry." A cute, witty reminder to savour the small joys of life!
Have a great day ahead!
Regards, TeamSJS
Midnight In The Pantry
You can boast your round of pleasures, praise the sound of popping corks,
Where the orchestra is playing to the rattle of the forks,
And your after-opera dinner you may think superbly fine,
But that can’t compare, I’m certain, to the joy that’s always mine
When I reach my little dwelling—source, of all sincere delight—
And I prowl around the pantry in the waning hours of night.
When my business, or my pleasure, has detained me until late,
And it’s midnight, say, or after, when I reach my own estate,
Though I’m weary with my toiling I don’t hustle up to bed,
For the inner man is hungry and he’s anxious to be fed,
Then I feel a thrill of glory from my head down to my feet
As I prowl around the pantry after something good to eat.
Oft I hear a call above me: ‘Goodness gracious, come to bed!’
And I know that I’ve disturbed her by my overeager tread,
But I’ve found a glass of jelly and some bread and butter, too,
And a bit of cold fried chicken and I answer: ‘When I’m through!’
Oh, there’s no cafe that better serves my precious appetite
Than the pantry in our kitchen when I get home late at night.
You may boast your shining silver, and the linen and the flowers,
And the music and the laughter and the lights that hang in showers,
You may have your cafe table with its brilliant array,
But it doesn’t charm yours truly when I’m on my homeward way,
For a greater joy awaits me, as I hunger for a bite—
Just the joy of pantry-prowling in the middle of the night.
Watch it on YouTube: https://youtu.be/3ghIQeQpOAc
#PoetryThatInspires #InspirationalPoetry #SimerjeetSingh #PoemOfTheDay #InspirationalPoem #PoetryLovers #LifePoetry
Follow us on: https://linktr.ee/SimerjeetSingh
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