A Song Of Sixty-five Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFBGBG HIHIJDJD KBKBLDLD MNMNGDGD

Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty oneA
And bounded up five flights of stairs a gallant garreteerB
And yet again in mellow vein when youth was gaily runA
Has dipped his nose in Gascon wine and told of Forty YearB
But if I worthy were to sing a richer rarer timeC
I'd tune my pipes before the fire and merrily I'd striveD
To praise that age when prose again has given way to rhymeC
The Indian Summer days of life when I'll be Sixty fiveD
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For then my work will all be done my voyaging be pastE
And I'll have earned the right to rest where folding hills are greenF
So in some glassy anchorage I'll make my cable fastE
Oh let the seas show all their teeth I'll sit and smile sereneF
The storm may bellow round the roof I'll bide beside the fireB
And many a scene of sail and trail within the flame I'll seeG
For I'll have worn away the spur of passion and desireB
Oh yes when I am Sixty five what peace will come to meG
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I'll take my breakfast in my bed I'll rise at half past tenH
When all the world is nicely groomed and full of golden songI
I'll smoke a bit and joke a bit and read the news and thenH
I'll potter round my peach trees till I hear the luncheon gongI
And after that I think I'll doze an hour well maybe twoJ
And then I'll show some kindred soul how well my roses thriveD
I'll do the things I never yet have found the time to doJ
Oh won't I be the busy man when I am Sixty fiveD
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I'll revel in my library I'll read De Morgan's booksK
I'll grow so garrulous I fear you'll write me down a boreB
I'll watch the ways of ants and bees in quiet sunny nooksK
I'll understand Creation as I never did beforeB
When gossips round the tea cups talk I'll listen to it allL
On smiling days some kindly friend will take me for a driveD
I'll own a shaggy collie dog that dashes to my callL
I'll celebrate my second youth when I am Sixty fiveD
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Ah though I've twenty years to go I see myself quite plainM
A wrinkling twinkling rosy cheeked benevolent old chapN
I think I'll wear a tartan shawl and lean upon a caneM
I hope that I'll have silver hair beneath a velvet capN
I see my little grandchildren a romping round my kneeG
So gay the scene I almost wish 'twould hasten to arriveD
Let others sing of Youth and Spring still will it seem to meG
The golden time's the olden time some time round Sixty fiveD

Robert Service



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