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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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Knocking is Out

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2799 reads)
Said old Grandpa, that silver sage

Knocking is Out

Said old Grandpa, that silver sage
    Who mellows in the sun:
"I guess I've reached the goofy age
    When I like everyone.
I'm too old now to nurse a thought
    Of cussedness or spleen;
I don't do things I didn't ought
    And keep my shirt-tail clean."

Then as the bowl of soup he stirred
    He let this dictum fall:
"When I can't speak a kindly word
    I'll speak no word at all.
You fellers may your hammers ply,
    But when you knock and knock,
Include me always out, for I
    Am sold on sunny talk.

"I aim to say no spiteful think;
    With folded hands I sit,
And if a thought inbeds a sting
    I jest don't utter it.
I know you young 'uns think I'm dumb
    When with a shoulder shrug,
(A candidate for Kingdom Come)
    I zipper up my mug.

"Yep! Now my hammer's on the shelf
    And I won't take it down,
For I've decided in myself
    A smile outbids a frown.
So with a mild and mellow gaze
    I purge my soul of gall. . . .
Please Lordy, let me live with praise
                                    Or not al all."


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