When I was daft (as urchins are), <br />And full if fairy lore, <br />I aimed an arrow at a star <br />And hit - the barnyard door. <br /> <br />I've shot at heaps of stars since then, <br />but always it's the same - <br />A barnyard door has mocked me when <br />Uranus was my aim. <br /> <br />So, I'll shoot starward as of yore, <br />Though wide my arrows fall; <br />I'd rather hit a big barn door <br />Then never aim at all.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aspiration/
