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The Men Who Don't Fit In

He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone, he’s a man who won’t fit in…

The Men Who Don’t Fit In – Robert W. Service

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

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Comments

  1. Rob Bonnett Posted

    This is superb – I loved this poem at university. Thanks for reminding me of it.

    Reply
  2. It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
    Who win in the lifelong race.

    Reply
  3. Brilliant!
    I love it!
    Bravo, chapeau, or something equally pompous : )

    “Never Meant to Win…”
    Fitting = Winning?

    Reply
  4. Awesome the video is great.

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  5. Brilliant, thoroughly cheered me up after a thoroughly annoying day at work, thanks.

    Reply
  6. Beautiful poem, wonderfully recited.
    Thanks for inspiring and sharing.

    Reply

 
 

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