Old Trouper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGHIHI JKJKLMLM LNLNOPQP BRBRSTST

I was Mojeska's leading manA
And famous parts I used to playB
But now I do the best I canA
To earn my bread from day to dayB
Here in this Burg of Breaking HearsC
Where one wins as a thousand failD
I play a score of scurvy partsE
Till Time writes Finis to my taleD
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My wife is dead my daughter wedF
With heaps of trouble of their ownG
And though I hold aloft my headF
I'm humble scared and all aloneG
To night I burn each photographH
Each record of my former fameI
And oh how bitterly I laughH
And feed them to the hungry flameI
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Behold how handsome I was thenJ
What glowing eye what noble mienK
I towered above my fellow menJ
And proudly strode the painted sceneK
Ah Vanity What fools are weL
With empty ends and foolish aimsM
There now I fling with savage gleeL
My David Garrick to the flamesM
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Is this a dagger that I seeL
Oh how I used to love that speechN
We were old fashioned hams maybeL
Yet we Young Arrogance could teachN
Out out brief candle There are goneO
My Lear my Hamlet and MacBethP
And now by ashes cold and wanQ
I wait my cue my prompter DeathP
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This life of ours is just a playB
Its end is fashioned from the startR
Fate writes each word we have to sayB
And puppet like we strut our partR
Once I wore laurels on my browS
But now I wait a sorry clownT
To make my furtive farewell bowS
Haste Time Oh ring the Curtain downT

Robert Service



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