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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poets Of The Tomb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, <br>'Tis time the people passed a law to knock 'em on the head, <br>For 'twould be lovely if their friends could grant the rest they crave -- <br>Those bards of `tears' and `vanished hopes', those poets of the grave. <br>They say that life's an awful thing, and full of care and gloom, <br>They talk of peace and restfulness connected with the tomb. <br> <br>They say that man is made of dirt, and die, of course, he must; <br>But, all the same, a man is made of pretty solid dust. <br>There is a thing that they forget, so let it here be writ, <br>That some are made of common mud, and some are made of GRIT; <br>Some try to help the world along while others fret and fume <br>And wish that they were slumbering in the silence of the tomb. <br> <br>'Twixt mother's arms and coffin-gear a man has work to do! <br>And if he does his very best he mostly worries through, <br>And while there is a wrong to right, and while the world goes round, <br>An honest man alive is worth a million underground. <br>And yet, as long as sheoaks sigh and wattle-blossoms bloom, <br>The world shall hear the drivel of the poets of the tomb. <br> <br>And though the graveyard poets long to vanish from the scene, <br>I notice that they mostly wish their resting-place kept green. <br>Now, were I rotting underground, I do not think I'd care <br>If wombats rooted on the mound or if the cows camped there; <br>And should I have some feelings left when I have gone before, <br>I think a ton of solid stone would hurt my feelings more. <br> <br>Such wormy songs of mouldy joys can give me no delight; <br>I'll take my chances with the world, I'd rather live and fight. <br>Though Fortune laughs along my track, or wears her blackest frown, <br>I'll try to do the world some good before I tumble down. <br>Let's fight for things that ought to be, and try to make 'em boom; <br>We cannot help mankind when we are ashes in the tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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'Tis time the people passed a law to knock 'em on the head, 
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