Poem Themes Х
Random Poem Х
The Rating of Poets Х The Rating of Poems
Poem by Robert William Service
To rest my fagged brain now and then, When wearied of my proper labors, I lay aside my lagging pen And get to thinking on my neighbors; For, oh, around my garret den There's woe and poverty a-plenty, And life's so interesting when A lad is only two-and-twenty. Now, there's that artist gaunt and wan, A little card his door adorning; It reads: "Je ne suis pour personne", A very frank and fitting warning. I fear he's in a sorry plight; He starves, I think, too proud to borrow, I hear him moaning every night: Maybe they'll find him dead to-morrow.
Robert William Service
Robert William Service's other poems:
English Poetry. E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org