The Sum-up
Robert William Service
It is not power and fame
That make success;
It is not rank or name
Rate happiness.
It is not honour due
Nor pile of pelf:
The pay-off is: Did you
Enjoy yourself?
A pal of days gone by
I reckon more
Of a success than I
Who’ve gold in store
His life, though none too long,
Was never dull:
Of woman, wine and song
Bill had his full.
Friend, you are a success
If you can say:
“A heap of happiness
Has come my way.
No cheers have made me glad,
No wealth I’ve won;
But oh how I have had
A heap of FUN!”
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- Robert William Service : The Summing Up
- Robert William Service : The Stretcher-bearer
- Robert William Service : The Squaw Man
- Robert William Service : The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe
- Robert William Service : The Spell Of The Yukon
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Wage-slave
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Soldier-born
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Pacifist
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Mouth-organ
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Camp-fire