A Cabbage Patch By Robert William Service

A Cabbage Patch

Folk ask if I’m alive,
Most think I’m not;
Yet gaily I contrive
To till my plot.
The world its way can go,
I little heed,
So long as I can grow
The grub I need.

For though long overdue,
The years to me,
Have taught a lesson true,
–Humility.
Such better men than I
I’ve seen pass on;
Their pay-off when they die;
–Oblivion.

And so I mock at fame,
With books unread;
No monument I claim
When I am dead;
Contented as I see
My cottage thatch
That my last goal should be
–A cabbage patch.

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