There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
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My father would read this to me when I was young. Growing up, the words of RS would come to mind during troubled times. “It’s ok to be different”, I would think. Now, as an old grandpa, I read the poem to my grandkids on Christmas Eve!
My brothers friend for over 25 yrs read this at his funeral. This us who my brother was.
This is me and this was my son, dead at 28, January 12,2017. I can relate so much to this. Bittersweet.
Irregular lines, good rhymes and profound theme. Elegant piece.
Reminds one of the Old-West American outlaws Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid. Long live the men who don't fit in!
This poem haunts me. It is one of my favorite poems, but there are deep concerns.
I spent a long looking for this poem after hearing some of the lines on a TV show many years ago.I think is one of the best poems about free spirit that I have ever read.it's in my top ten favorite poem list.
I agree with you, but not the author's second half of the poem. If you are following the marrow in your bone, how are you failing?
It is me...