Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Murderers - Poem by Robert William Service

He was my best and oldest friend.
I'd known him all my life.
And yet I'm sure towards the end
He knew I loved his wife,
And wonder, wonder if it's why
He came so dreadfully to die.

He drove his car at racing speed
And crashed into a tree.
How could he have so little heed?
A skillful driver he.
I think he must have found that day
Some love-letters that went astray.

I looked into the woman's eyes
And there I saw she knew.
There was no shadow of surmise, -
For her himself he slew:
That he might leave her free to wed
The "me" she worshipped in his stead.

She whispered as she bade me go:
"I think he found us out."
And in her face the hate and woe
Was his revenge, no doubt.
Life cannot link us . . . though glad-green
His grave - he stands between.

Comments about Murderers by Robert William Service

  • Pranayee Gupta Rachamalla (3/20/2016 7:22:00 PM)

    It was murder indeed! the way it was described was just super and the way you wrote it was very nice the rhyming was wonderful! (Report) Reply

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  • Dedan Onyango (7/19/2015 10:14:00 AM)

    Murderers indeed I like the simple flow of the poem and the strength of the lines in each stanza. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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