Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

The Sceptic - Poem by Robert William Service

My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of heaven.

Yet not in either lies the curse:
The hell of it's because
I don't know which loss hurt the worse --
My God or Santa Claus.


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  • Albert Short (7/24/2016 11:10:00 PM)

    Makes me wonder if Service was a closet Unitarian. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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