A Poem and an Introduction

I thought that it would be fitting to share one of my favorite poems in my first blog entry. This particular poem has always hit rather close to home.

The Men That Don’t Fit In

by Robert Service

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

Anywho, my name is Weldrwomn. I am am welder by trade and I also weld as a hobby. I enjoy creating things and am most often inspired by nature. I have some of the things that I create on my etsy site here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/weldrwomn. I also enjoy bellydancing and social ballroom dancing as pastimes, but am really not terribly graceful.