When I was daft (as urchins are),
And full if fairy lore,
I aimed an arrow at a star
And hit - the barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of stars since then,
but always it's the same -
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Uranus was my aim.
So, I'll shoot starward as of yore,
Though wide my arrows fall;
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Then never aim at all.
Robert William Service
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Robert William Service
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Aspiration
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Aspiration here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.