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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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At Eighty Years

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3604 reads)
As nothingness draws near...

As nothingness draws near
        How I can see
Inexorably clear
        My vanity.
My sum of worthiness
        Always so small,
Dwindles from less to less
        To none at all.

As grisly destiny
        Claims me at last,
How grievous seem to me
        Sins of my past!
How keen a conscience edge
        Can come to be!
How pitiless the dredge
        Of memory!

Ye proud ones of the earth
        Who count your gains,
What cherish you of worth
        For all your pains?
E'er death shall slam the door,
        Will you, like me,
Face fate and count the score--

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