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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Young Fellow My Lad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,<br> On this glittering morn of May?"<br>"I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;<br> They're looking for men, they say."<br>"But you're only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad;<br> You aren't obliged to go."<br>"I'm seventeen and a quarter, Dad,<br> And ever so strong, you know."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"So you're off to France, Young Fellow My Lad,<br> And you're looking so fit and bright."<br>"I'm terribly sorry to leave you, Dad,<br> But I feel that I'm doing right."<br>"God bless you and keep you, Young Fellow My Lad,<br> You're all of my life, you know."<br>"Don't worry. I'll soon be back, dear Dad,<br> And I'm awfully proud to go."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Why don't you write, Young Fellow My Lad?<br> I watch for the post each day;<br>And I miss you so, and I'm awfully sad,<br> And it's months since you went away.<br>And I've had the fire in the parlour lit,<br> And I'm keeping it burning bright<br>Till my boy comes home; and here I sit<br> Into the quiet night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What is the matter, Young Fellow My Lad?<br> No letter again to-day.<br>Why did the postman look so sad,<br> And sigh as he turned away?<br>I hear them tell that we've gained new ground,<br> But a terrible price we've paid:<br>God grant, my boy, that you're safe and sound;<br>But oh I'm afraid, afraid."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"They've told me the truth, Young Fellow My Lad:<br> You'll never come back again:<br>(Oh God! the dreams and the dreams I've had,<br> and the hopes I've nursed in vain!)<br>For you passed in the night, Young Fellow My Lad,<br> And you proved in the cruel test<br>Of the screaming shell and the battle hell<br> That my boy was one of the best.<br>"So you'll live, you'll live, Young Fellow My Lad,<br> In the gleam of the evening star,<br>In the wood-note wild and the laugh of the child,<br> In all sweet things that are.<br>And you'll never die, my wonderful boy,<br> While life is noble and true;<br>For all our beauty and hope and joy<br> We will owe to our lads like you."</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=508975" data-title="Young Fellow My Lad de Robert William Service" data-description=""Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?" "I'm going to join the Colours, Dad; They're looking for men, they say." "But you're only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad; You aren't obliged to go...."></div> </div> </div>
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