How often do I wish I were
What people call a character;
A ripe and cherubic old chappie
Who lives to make his fellows happy;
With in his eyes a merry twinkle,
And round his lips a laughing wrinkle;
Who radiating hope and cheer
Grows kindlier with every year.
For this ideal let me strive,
And keep the lad in me alive;
Nor argument nor anger know,
But my own way serenly go;
The woes of men to understand,
Yet walk with humour hand in hand;
To love each day and wonder why
Folks are not so jocund as I.
So be you simple, decent, kind,
With gentle heart and quiet mind;
And if to righteous anger stung,
Restrain your temper and your toungue.
Let thought for others be your guide,
And patience triumph over pride . . .
With charity for those who err,
Live life so folks may say you were--
God bless your heart!--A Character.
You are a character sir, you seem a lovely gent. All nice and calm, relaxed and content.
Wow A Well Composed poem A Character Worthy Of emulating. More Inspiration
I'm generally not a fan of Service. Your comment made me scroll back to read what you refer to. At an embarrassingly apropos time for me after an ugly fight. Thank you. Very fitting words.
So be you simple, decent, kind, With gentle heart and quiet mind; And if to righteous anger stung, Restrain your temper and your toungue......touching expression with nice theme. It is a beautiful didactic poem by Robert William Service.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. And indeed, i believe he achieved his wish...