A Song Of Sixty-Five Comments
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one,
And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer;
And yet again in mellow vein when youth was gaily run,
Has dipped his nose in Gascon wine, and told of Forty Year.
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Dear Robert You lived and celebrated sixty-five years With your rhyming witty poems… I enjoyed most, when I have time, I will read more To rhyme with you your delicate prose- Sweat can't leave soreness to cry and wail. You’re poet like a saint Expected to live twenty more years And you did with happiness Wearing the kilts. Wish me the same To wear my ancestries Dancing Dress Sometimes I wear… People think I’m Austrian or Swiss; May be my ancestors lived there and left Arrived Anatolia to be massacred Then driven by betrayers to live in deserts bare To birth me there! Now through the net I enjoy Reading your Site Can you wish me to reach my Dreams? To join you one day your paradise! Yours Sincerely Sylva-MD-poetry Written Instantly
Another wonderful poem about life by Robert Service. Set ia an eight line ABABABAB rhyming sequence this poems celebrates the joy of senority age upon reaching 65. Service would experience an additional 19 years before permantly retiring from his art.
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Dear Robert You lived and celebrated sixty-five years With your rhyming witty poems… I enjoyed most, when I have time, I will read more To rhyme with you your delicate prose- Sweat can't leave soreness to cry and wail. You’re a poet like a saint Expected to live twenty more years And you did with happiness Wearing the kilts. Wish me the same To wear my ancestries Dancing Dress. Sometimes I wear… People think I’m Austrian or Swiss; May be my ancestors arrived from that place To Anatolia to be massacred Then driven by betrayers to live in deserts bare To birth me there! Now through the net poet-hunters I enjoy Reading your site Can you wish me to reach my Dreams? To join you one-day your nested paradise! Yours Sincerely Sylva-MD-poetry Written Instantly