The Living Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIIIKIK LMLMDNDN OPOPQRQR

Since I have come to years sedateA
I see with more and more acumenB
The bitter irony of FateA
The vanity of all things humanB
Why just to day some fellow saidC
As I surveyed Fame's outer portalD
By gad I thought that you were deadC
Poor me who dreamed to be immortalD
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But that's the way with many menE
Whose name one fancied time defyingF
We thought that they were dust and thenE
We found them living by their dyingF
Like dogs we penmen have our dayG
To brief best sellerdom electedH
And then thumbs down we slink awayG
And die forgotten and neglectedH
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Ah well my lyric fling I've hadI
A thousand bits of verse I've mintedJ
And some alas were very badI
And some alack were best unprintedI
But if I've made my muse a bawdI
Since I am earthy as a ditch isK
I'll answer humbly to my GodI
Most men at times have toyed with bitchesK
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Yes I have played with Lady RhymeL
And had a long and lovely inningsM
And when the Umpire calls my timeL
I'll blandly quit and take my winningsM
I'll hie me to some SleepydaleD
And feed the ducks and pat the poodlesN
And prime my paunch with cakes and aleD
And blether with the village noodlesN
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And then some day you'll idly scanO
The Times obituary columnP
And say Dear me the poor old manO
And for a moment you'll look solemnP
So all this time he's been aliveQ
In realms of rhyme a second raterR
But gad to live to ninety fiveQ
Let's toast his ghost a sherry waiterR

Robert Service



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