<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Your Sins Come Home to Roost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,<br>Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:<br>When you titivate and do the little things you never used—<br>It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,<br>Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;<br>Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,<br>But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—<br>They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,<br>And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost<br>On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,<br>And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;<br>You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—<br>But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few<br>Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:<br>Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—<br>And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409010" data-title="When Your Sins Come Home to Roost de Henry Lawson" data-description="When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop, Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top: When you titivate and do the little things you never used— It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost. M..."></div> </div> </div>

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