Service

You know, there are just somethings, that seem to stick with us. I don't know why certain things stick with me, but there's a poem by Robert Service that for what ever reason has stuck with me. It goes like this:

Unforgotten

I know a garden where the lilies gleam,

And one who lingers in the sunshine there;

She is than white-stoled lily far more fair,

And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream!

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I know a garret, cold and dark and drear,

And one who toils and toils with tireless pen,

Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary -- then

He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer.

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And ah, it's strange; for, desolate and dim,

Between these two there rolls an ocean wide;

Yet he is in the garden by her side

And she is in the garret there with him.

I'm not sure why I want to share this, but I feel for some reason like I can relate to this poem on a very deep level. But not to any particular part of it, just it as a whole. Do you human being always need to realate to inanamite objects? You hear people say to a frien about a new car, "oh wow, SHE'S beautiful." Or they talk of there pets, as if they just had a very deep and enlightening conversation with the animals, not that I am saying that animals are not smart, but i highly doubt they can have a heart to heart two way conversation with there owners. Why do we need to feel close to such things?