Aeons ago, in a time far far away, a friend sent me this poem.
As is usually lyrical and cynical, the friend's gone but the words remain.
Aeons ago, in an age of foolishness and reason, i used to put poems on this blog.
As is usually mellow and dramatic, i stopped it when the music died.
As is usually lyrical and cynical, the friend's gone but the words remain.
Aeons ago, in an age of foolishness and reason, i used to put poems on this blog.
As is usually mellow and dramatic, i stopped it when the music died.
I doubt if the poet ever knew what a B-school was, or maybe he is better of with just elemental problems, this one strikes true at the heart of the matter - The Gordon Gecko Situation. So read it, if you are a true-blue B-schooler, who wants to fib his way to the pot of the gold.
The poem's called "The Spell of the Yukon" - Robert Service.
You Come to get rich(damned good reason),
You feel like an exile at first,
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning,
It twists you from a foe to a friend,
It seems its been since the beginning,
It seems it will be to the end
And while you might find, what you are looking for, it might turn out that You feel like an exile at first,
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning,
It twists you from a foe to a friend,
It seems its been since the beginning,
It seems it will be to the end
I wanted the gold and i sought it,
I scrabbed and mucked like a slave,
was it famine or scurvy - i fought it,
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold and i got it,
Came out with a fortune last fall,
But somehow life is not wat i thought it,
And somehow the GOLD isnt all
I scrabbed and mucked like a slave,
was it famine or scurvy - i fought it,
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold and i got it,
Came out with a fortune last fall,
But somehow life is not wat i thought it,
And somehow the GOLD isnt all
Happy apping ;-)
