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Robert W Service - At Thirty-FiveRobert W Service - At Thirty-Five
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Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I`ve had my flout at dusty death, I`ve had my whack of feast and fun. I`ve mocked at those who prate and preach; I`ve laughed with any man alive; But now with sobered heart I reach The Great Divide of Thirty-five. And looking back I must confess I`ve little cause to feel elate. I`ve played the mummer more or less; I fumbled fortune, flouted fate. I`ve vastly dreamed and little done; I`ve idly watched my brothers strive: Oh, I have loitered in the sun By primrose paths to Thirty-five! And those who matched me in the race, Well, some are out and trampled down; The others jog with sober pace; Yet one wins delicate renown. O midnight feast and famished dawn! O gay, hard life, with hope alive! O golden youth, forever gone, How sweet you seem at Thirty-five! Each of our lives is just a book As absolute as Holy Writ; We humbly read, and may not look Ahead, nor change one word of it. And here are joys and here are pains; And here we fail and here we thrive; O wondrous volume! what remains When we reach chapter Thirty-five? The very best, I dare to hope, Ere Fate writes Finis to the tome; A wiser head, a wider scope, And for the gipsy heart, a home; A songful home, with loved ones near, With joy, with sunshine all alive: Watch me grow younger every year Old Age! thy name is Thirty-five!
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