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Unread 07-06-2017, 11:43 AM
Chris O'Carroll Chris O'Carroll is offline
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Housman’s Epitaph

My time was always running out,
My faith in doom always devout.
No scholarly attainments can
Revise the fate prescribed for man.

I never looked on blooming spring
Without chill thoughts of wintering,
Nor ever drew a living breath
Unmindful of impending death.

I knew what would in time betide
Each muscular young lad I eyed,
And knew that I must lie someday
Beside them all beneath the clay.

You shall be dust like me ere long,
For pessimism’s never wrong.
It came at last, my time to go.
I knew it would. I told you so.
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