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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Graves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">First Ghost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To sepulcher my mouldy bones<br>I bough a pile of noble stones,<br>And half a year a sculptor spent<br>To hew my marble monument,<br>The stateliest to rear its head<br>In all this city of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And generations passing through<br>Will gape, and ask: What did he do<br>To earn this tomb so rich and rare,<br>In Attic grace beyond compare?<br>How was his life in honour spent,<br>To worthy this proud monument?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What did I do&quot; Well, nothing much.<br>'Tis true I had the Midas touch.<br>A million pounds I made wherewith<br>To glorify the name: John Smith;<br>Yet not a soul wept for me when<br>Death raft me from my fellow men.<br>My sculptor wins undying fame,<br>While I, who paid, am just a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Second Ghost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wooden cross surveys my bones,<br>With on it stenciled: Peter Jones.<br>And round it are five hundred more;<br>(A proper job did old man War!)<br>So young they were, so fresh, so fit,<br>So hopeful - that's the hell of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old are sapped and ripe to die,<br>But in the flush of Spring was I.<br>I might have fathered children ten,<br>To come to grips with sterling men;<br>And now a cross in weeds to rot,<br>Is all to show how fierce I fought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old default, the young must pay;<br>My life was wasted, thrown away.<br>While people gladden, to forget<br>The bitterness of vein regret,<br>With not a soul to morn for me<br>My skull grins up in mockery.<br>. . . Pale crosses greet the grieving stars,<br>And always will be - War and Wars.</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>
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To sepulcher my mouldy bones
I bough a pile of noble stones,
And half a year a sculptor spent
To hew my marble monument,
The stateliest to rear its head
In all this city of the dead.

And generations passing through
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