Aspiration Poem by Robert William Service
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.
Not failure, low aim is crime. The master craftsman seems to have composed this beautiful melody keeping it in mind.
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
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10/13/2024 7:19:55 AM # 1.0.0
Reminds the saying, " low aim is crime" . Beautiful poem, a pleasure to read.