This poem by Robert William Service explores the meaning of success and failure.
Successful Failure
I wonder if successful men
Are always happy?
And do they sing with gusto when
Springtime is sappy?
Although I am of snow-white hair
And nighly mortal,
Each time I sniff the April air
I chortle.
I wonder if a millionaire
Jigs with enjoyment,
Having such heaps of time to spare
For daft employment.
For as I dance the Highland Fling
My glee is muckle,
And doping out new songs to sing
I chuckle.
I wonder why so soon forgot
Are fame and riches;
Let cottage comfort be my lot
With well-worn britches.
As in a pub a poor unknown,
Brown ale quaffing,
To think of all I’ll never own,–
I’m laughing.
2 comments:
Robert Service was one of my dad's favorite poets. I've always enjoyed him, too. He seems like an interesting person to meet at the pub and quaff ale with.
I just discovered him for this post. I'll have to read more of his work.
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