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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Brother Jim

Published by Susan on 07/27/2003 (3715 reads)
My brother Jim's a millionaire While I have scarce a penny...

My brother Jim's a millionaire,
While I have scarce a penny;
His face is creased with lines of care,
While my mug hasn't any.
With inwardness his eyes are dim,
While mine laugh out in glee,
And though I ought to envy him,
I think he envies me.

He has a chateau, I a shack,
And humble I should be
To see his stately Cadillac
Beside my jalopy.
With chain of gold his belly's girt,
His beard is barber trim;
Yet bristle-chinned with ragged shirt,
I do not envy Jim.

My brother is a man of weight;
For every civic plum
He grabs within the pie of state,
While I am just a bum.
Last Winter he was near to croak
With gastric ulcers grim. . . .
Ah no! although I'm stony broke
I will not envy Jim.

He gets the work, I get the fun;
He has no time for play;
Whereas with paddle, rod and gun
My life's a holiday.
As over crabbed script he pores
I scan the sky's blue rim. . . .
Oh boy! While I have God's outdoors
I'll never envy Jim.


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