The Sum-up
Robert William Service
It is not power and fame That make success; It is not rank or name Rate happiness. It is not honour due Nor pile of pelf: The pay-off is: Did you Enjoy yourself? A pal of days gone by I reckon more Of a success than I Who’ve gold in store His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full. Friend, you are a success If you can say: “A heap of happiness Has come my way. No cheers have made me glad, No wealth I’ve won; But oh how I have had A heap of FUN!”
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- Robert William Service : The Thinker
- Robert William Service : The Three Bares
- Robert William Service : The Three Tommies
- Robert William Service : The Three Voices
- Robert William Service : The Trail Of Ninety-eight
- Robert William Service : The Trail Of No Return
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- Robert William Service : The Summing Up
- Robert William Service : The Stretcher-bearer
- Robert William Service : The Squaw Man
- Robert William Service : The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe
- Robert William Service : The Spell Of The Yukon
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Wage-slave
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Soldier-born
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Pacifist
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Mouth-organ
- Robert William Service : The Song Of The Camp-fire