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Robert W Service - At Eighty YearsRobert W Service - At Eighty Years
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As nothingness draws near          How I can see Inexorably clear          My vanity. My sum of worthiness          Always so small, Dwindles from less to less          To none at all. As grisly destiny          Claims me at last, How grievous seem to me          Sins of my past! How keen a conscience edge          Can come to be! How pitiless the dredge          Of memory! Ye proud ones of the earth          Who count your gains, What cherish you of worth          For all your pains? E`er death shall slam the door,          Will you, like me, Face fate and count the score—          FUTILITY.
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