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Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)


My Neighbors


To rest my fagged brain now and then,
When wearied of my proper labors,
I lay aside my lagging pen
And get to thinking on my neighbors;
For, oh, around my garret den
There's woe and poverty a-plenty,
And life's so interesting when
A lad is only two-and-twenty.

Now, there's that artist gaunt and wan,
A little card his door adorning;
It reads: "Je ne suis pour personne",
A very frank and fitting warning.
I fear he's in a sorry plight;
He starves, I think, too proud to borrow,
I hear him moaning every night:
Maybe they'll find him dead to-morrow.



Robert William Service's other poems:
  1. My Guardian Angel
  2. Kings Must Die
  3. Miss Mischievous
  4. Bed Sitter
  5. Cowardice


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