Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Failure - Poem by Robert William Service

He wrote a play; by day and night
He strove with passion and delight;
Yet knew, long ere the curtain drop,
His drama was a sorry flop.

In Parliament he sought a seat;
Election Day brought dire defeat;
Yet he had wooed with word and pen
Prodigiously his fellow men.

And then he wrote a lighter play
That made him famous in a day.
He won a seat in Parliament,
And starry was the way he went.

Yet as he neared the door of death
They heard him say with broken breath:
'For all I've spoken, planned and penned,
I'm just a wash-out in the end.'

So are we all; our triumphs won
Are mean by what we might have done.
Our victories that men applaud
Are sordid in the sight of God.


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  • (2/2/2018 9:31:00 AM)


    picked this for a project because i'm a failure (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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