Poem by Robert William Service

L'Envoi (I guess this is the final score)

I guess this is the final score:
Alas! I now shall write no more,
Though sad's my mood;
Since I've been sixty years a bard,
I must admit it's rather hard
To quit for good.

For three-score years I've roped in rhyme,
Till weary of the worn-out chime
I've sought for new;
But I've decided in the end,
With thirty-thousand couplets penned,
The old must do.

So let this be the last of me;
No more my personality
I'll plant in verse;
Within a year I may be dead,
Then if my books are no more read,
I'm none the worse.

Far better scribes than I have gone
The way to bleak oblivion
With none to sigh;
Ah, well! My writing's been such fun,
And now my job of work is done,
Dear friends, who've let me have my run,
Good-bye, - good-bye! 

1. Highland Hospitality
2. Violet de Vere
3. Afternoon Tea
4. New Year's Eve
5. Stupidity

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