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Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)


Old Codger


Of garden truck he made his fare,
As his bright eyes bore witness;
Health was his habit and his care,
His hobby human fitness.
He sang the praise of open sky,
The gladth of Nature's giving;
And when at last he came to die
It was of too long living.

He held aloof from hate and strife,
Drank peace in dreamful doses;
He never voted in his life,
Loved children, dogs and roses.
Let tyrants romp in gory glee,
And revolutions roister,
He passed his days as peacefully
As friar in a cloister.

So fellow sinners, should you choose
Of doom to be a dodger,
At eighty be a bland recluse
Like this serene old codger,
Who turned his back on fear and fret,
And died nigh eighty-seven...
His name was--Robert Service: let
Us hope he went to Heaven.



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


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