Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Aspiration


When I was daft (as urchins are),
And full if fairy lore,
I aimed an arrow at a star
And hit - the barnyard door.

I've shot at heaps of stars since then,
but always it's the same -
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Uranus was my aim.

So, I'll shoot starward as of yore,
Though wide my arrows fall;
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Then never aim at all.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Jimmy Mcdowell (12/2/2005 7:08:00 PM)

    just let us all aim for something better in life Robert had a good one so let us all aim even though we may only hit that Barn Door (Report) Reply

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