My Muse is simple,--yet it's nice <br />To think you don't need to think twice <br /> On words I write. <br />I reckon I've a common touch <br />And if you say I cuss too much <br /> I answer: 'Quite!' <br /> <br />I envy not the poet's lot; <br />He has something I haven't got, <br /> Alas, I know. <br />But I have something maybe he <br />Would envy just a mite in me,-- <br /> I'm rather low. <br /> <br />For I am cast of common clay, <br />And from a ditch I fought my way, <br /> And that is why <br />The while the poet scans the skies, <br />My gaze is grimly gutterwise, <br /> Earthy am I. <br /> <br />And yet I have a gift, perhaps <br />Denied to proud poetic chaps <br /> Who scoff at me; <br />I know the hearts of humble folk; <br />I too have bowed beneath the yoke: <br />So let my verse for them evoke <br /> Your sympathy.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sympathy-7/
