Poetry is meant to be shared, so it is particularly fun to learn of a poem from someone else. Today's poem The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service is such an example. It is one that a friend and work colleague memorized in school.
We often talk about this poem when projects and deadlines are based on our performance. The line "A promise made is a debt unpaid" can often keep one going, although it is not uncommon to exclaim, "Oh God, how I loathed the thing!"
I lived, for years, in places where the winters were cold. Now, having lived in the south for so long, I can relate much better to old Sam McGee.
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