'Tis true my garments threadbare are, <br /> And sorry poor I seem; <br />But inly I am richer far <br /> Than any poet's dream. <br />For I've a hidden life no one <br /> Can ever hope to see; <br />A sacred sanctuary none <br /> May share with me. <br /> <br />Aloof I stand from out the strife, <br /> Within my heart a song; <br />By virtue of my inner life <br /> I to myself belong. <br />Against man-ruling I rebel, <br /> Yet do not fear defeat, <br />For to my secret citadel <br /> I may retreat. <br /> <br />Oh you who have an inner life <br /> Beyond this dismal day <br />With wars and evil rumours rife, <br /> Go blessedly your way. <br />Your refuge hold inviolate; <br /> Unto yourself be true, <br />And shield serene from sordid fate <br /> The Real You.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-inner-life/
