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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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Vain Venture

Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (2371 reads)
To have a business of my own...

To have a business of my own
        With toil and tears,
I wore my fingers to the bone
        For weary years.
With stoic heart, for sordid gold
        In patient pain
My life and liberty I sold
        For others gain.

I scrimped and scraped, as cent by cent
        My savings grew;
I found a faded shop for rent,
        Made it like new.
Above the door the paint was dry
        Where glowed my name:
I waited there for folks to buy--
        But no one came.

Now I am back where I began:
        Myself I sell.
I grovel to a greedy man,
        And life is hell.
An empty shop of bankrupt shame
        I pass before,
Seeing my bitter, bleary name
        Above the door.


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