When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
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It's a poem i memorized as a young'n in the 50's when things weren't going well. Now I'm my late 70's it rings a bell again. Robert Service has been my favorite poet.
1913 in the Yukon or 2018 homeless this crackerjack poem of utter defiance still tracks
Love this poem, a kind of mantra for life. I have it tattooed on my back.
one of his best, but never mentioned.