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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Living Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since I have come to years sedate<br>I see with more and more acumen<br>The bitter irony of Fate,<br>The vanity of all things human.<br>Why, just to-day some fellow said,<br>As I surveyed Fame's outer portal:<br>"By gad! I thought that you were dead."<br>Poor me, who dreamed to be immortal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that's the way with many men<br>Whose name one fancied time-defying;<br>We thought that they were dust and then<br>We found them living by their dying.<br>Like dogs we penmen have our day,<br>To brief best-sellerdom elected;<br>And then, "thumbs down," we slink away<br>And die forgotten and neglected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah well, my lyric fling I've had;<br>A thousand bits of verse I've minted;<br>And some, alas! were very bad,<br>And some, alack! were best unprinted.<br>But if I've made my muse a bawd<br>(Since I am earthy as a ditch is),<br>I'll answer humbly to my God:<br>Most men at times have toyed with bitches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I have played with Lady Rhyme,<br>And had a long and lovely innings;<br>And when the Umpire calls my time<br>I'll blandly quit and take my winnings.<br>I'll hie me to some Sleepydale,<br>And feed the ducks and pat the poodles,<br>And prime my paunch with cakes and ale,<br>And blether with the village noodles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then some day you'll idly scan<br>The Times obituary column,<br>And say: "Dear me, the poor old man!"<br>And for a moment you'll look solemn.<br>"So all this time he's been alive -<br>In realms of rhyme a second-rater . . .<br>But gad! to live to ninety-five:<br>Let's toast his ghost - a sherry, waiter!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508785" data-title="The Living Dead de Robert William Service" data-description="Since I have come to years sedate I see with more and more acumen The bitter irony of Fate, The vanity of all things human. Why, just to-day some fellow said, As I surveyed Fame's outer portal: "By gad! I thought that you were dead." Poo..."></div> </div> </div>
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