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Sunday, 18 November 2007

Life

Life is a gift to be used every day,
Not to be smothered and hidden away;
It isn't a thing to be stored in the chest
Where you gather your keepsakes and treasure your best;
It isn't a joy to be sipped now and then
And promptly put back in a dark place again.

Life is a gift that the humblest may boast of
And one that the humblest may well make the most of.
Get out and live it each hour of the day,
Wear it and use it as much as you may;
Don't keep it in niches and corners and grooves,
You'll find that in service its beauty improves.

Edgar Guest

4 comments:

Ajoy said...

Perfection penned!

Julie Wright said...

Amen Lady! Thanks for the reminder.

ali said...

I love that! Thank you Stephanie - I had never read that poem before! Now it'll be a favorite!

Stephanie Humphreys said...

I love Edgar Guest poems.

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