I have over this last week been continuing to copy out the poetry of Herbert Kingsford into an electronic form so that I can create an eBook of it before the year is out, I’ve managed to copy over 40 more pages of his poetry since Monday and my fingers hurt a little now. So, in an attempt to spread some of his work before I have quite finished producing a complete copy, here is one poem from his works that I hope, humble reader, you may enjoy as much as I do.
“Sunt quibus in satira videor nimus acer.” – Horace
Search round the wide world’s girth,
And what is man?
Heir to six feet of earth,
Grab all he can!
Cheating and hustling from his very birth,
He gets no more;
Ere sails his ship for that far distant shore.
Committing sins of every sort by stealth,
To “do” his neighbour in the race for wealth,
He lives a life of license and of lies,
Striving to keep his carcase in high health.
That he may cheat the more – and then he dies,
Forgetting God and scorning deeds of worth,
And all this sin stained toil for six short feet of earth.
And that is one of many, dearest reader, I pray that may have interested you enough to pay some interest at a time when I may gladly present you my humble attempt at spreading his work.
Until next time,
(Which may be a little while since I have no internet and all posts at the moment are either from my phone or from university computers)