Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Robert Service

The Men That Don't Fit In

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.

-Robert Service

2 Comments:

At 10:27 AM, Blogger Bayside Mama said...

Yes,the men who don't fit in are the ones who WON'T fit in. They are just too afraid of trying and failing. It gives them an excuse not to bother with "real" life until their "youth has fled", and it is too late to have a real life, and then they laugh it away, saying that at least they had some fun. Meanwhile, the ones who never decide on a direction never reach ultimate satisfaction with themselves, because they are always running away from something, in the guise of "having adventures".
I want my "rolling stone" to come to a rest before his "prime is past" and he's "missed his chance".
Yes, how utterly motherly.

 
At 12:16 AM, Blogger Russell said...

this poem is not a literal interp. of my feelings, just an interesting display of someone elses life in which I can empathize and relate to. Dreamers can always dream, love ya mom
"Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.And as we all play parts of tomorrow,Some ways will work and other ways we'll play.But I know we all can't stay here forever,So I want to write my words on the face of today.And then they'll paint it And oh as I fade away,They'll all look at me and they'll say,Hey look at him and where he is these days.When life is hard, you have to change."
-Shannon Hoon-

 

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