10 Best Famous Tenacity Poems

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• All Famous Tenacity Poems

 Here lies a bloke who's just gone West, 
A Number One Australian; 
He took his gun and did his best 
To mitigate the alien. 
So long as he could get to work 
He needed no sagacity; 
A German, Austrian, or Turk, 
Were all the same to Cassidy. 
Wherever he could raise "the stuff" 
-- A liquor deleterious -- 
The question when he'd have enough 
Was apt to be mysterious. 
'Twould worry prudent folks a lot 
Through mental incapacity; 
If he could keep it down or not, 
Was all the same to Cassidy. 

And when the boys would start a dance, 
In honour of Terpsichore, 
'Twas just an even-money chance 
You'd find him rather shickery. 
But once he struck his proper stride, 
And heard the band's vivacity, 
The jazz, the tango, or the slide 
Was all the same to Cassidy. 

And now he's gone to face the Light, 
With all it may reveal to him, 
A life without a drink or fight 
Perhaps may not appeal to him; 
But when St Peter calls the roll 
Of men of proved tenacity, 
You'll find the front-rank right-hand man 
Will answer; "Here . . . Cassidy."

 "Carry your suitcase, Sir?" he said.
I turned away to hide a grin,
For he was shorter by a head
Than I and pitiably thin.
I could have made a pair of him,
So with my load I stoutly legged;
But his tenacity was grim:
"Please let me help you, sir," he begged.

I could not shake the fellow off,
So let him shoulder my valise;
He tottered with a racking cough
That did not give him any peace.
He lagged so limply in my wake
I made him put the burden down,
Saying: "A taxi I will take,"
And grimly gave him half-a-crown.

Poor devil! I am sure he had
Not eaten anything that day;
His eyes so hungrily were glad,
Although his lips were ashen grey.
He vanished in the callous crowd,
Then when he was no more around,
I lugged my bag and thought aloud:
"I wish I'd given him a pound."

And strangely I felt sore ashamed,
As if somehow I had lost face;
And not only myself I blamed
But all the blasted human race;
And all this life of battle where
The poor are beaten to their knees,
And while the weak the burdens bear,
Fat fools like me can stroll at ease.