The House by the Side of the Road, by Sam Walter Foss

“Let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man.”

I love people, very much, but it takes tremendous effort for me to interact with folks. I can’t remember names or faces. I can’t seem to get in the loop of basic popular culture. I struggle with adhering to social rhythms. The bottom line is that, for me, being with people is almost always exhausting. Most days, all I want to do is withdraw and disappear. It’s one of my greatest challenges.

This week though, I read a sweet poem, The House by the Side of the Road, by Sam Walter Foss, and it encouraged me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Sam walter Foss

Sam Walter Foss

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat
Nor hurl the cynic’s ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish – so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

4 thoughts on “The House by the Side of the Road, by Sam Walter Foss

  1. You might be an introvert by nature, but I don’t think you are a hermit or anything close to that. Even though people might be a little exhausting to you, people love being around you!!!

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