Cares seem to crowd on us--so much to do; New fields to conquer, and time's on the wing. Grey hairs are showing, a wrinkle or two; Somehow our footstep is losing its spring. Pleasure's forsaken us, Love ceased to smile; Youth has been funeralled; Age travels fast. Sometimes we wonder: is it worth while?
Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 September 11, 1958) was a poet born into a Scottish family while they were living in Preston, England.
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