ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕎. 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 - 𝕃𝔸ℕ𝕊𝔼𝔼𝔾's video: Mon Avenir - Robert W Service

"Mon Avenir" poème de Robert W Service (1874-1958) publié sous le titre original "My Future" dans le recueil poétique Lyrics of a Lowbrow en 1951, traduction et interprétation de son arrière-petite-fille et biographe © Charlotte Service-Longépé, en 2020. "My Future" - Robert W Service "Let's make him a sailor," said Father, "And he will adventure the sea." "A soldier," said Mother, "is rather What I would prefer him to be." "A lawyer," said Father, "would please me, For then he could draw up my will." "A doctor," said Mother, "would ease me; Maybe he could give me a pill." Said Father: "Let's make him a curate, A Bishop in gaiters to be." Said Mother: "I couldn't endure it To have Willie preaching to me." Said Father: ""Let him be a poet; So often he's gathering wool." Said Mother with temper: "Oh stow it! You know it, a poet's a fool." Said Farther: "Your son is a duffer, A stupid and mischievous elf." Said Mother, who's rather a huffer: "That's right - he takes after yourself." Controlling parental emotion They turned to me, seeking a cue, And sudden conceived the bright notion To ask what I wanted to do. Said I: "my ambition is modest: A clown in a circus I'd be, And turn somersaults in the sawdust With audience laughing at me." . . . Poor parents! they're dead and decaying, But I am a clown as you see; And though in no circus I'm playing, How people are laughing at me!