140+ Most Popular Life Poems – Poems about Life

Every one of us has different types of experiences to share with this beautiful life. Life can sometimes be challenging, and every day we face struggles and triumphs. The joy of life depends on the time and the moment, but there is no shortage of happiness. Our goal today is to share some of the best and most famous poems with you. Poets share their experiences in poems, and these beautiful words will make you feel pleasant.

Poems on Life Choices.

1. There Will Come A Day
Poet: Julie Hebert

There will come a day in your life,
When you will be told,
That life isn’t a fairy tale,
So let go of what you still hold.

Making the choice to hold on to things,
That you can never change,
Is holding you back,
And probably feels quite strange.

So let go of the past,
And look on to the future.
This will lift the weight,
With no need for suture.

And never forget this,
That the choice is for you to pursue.
To determine what your choice is
Let life be the best for you

To determine what your choice is Let life be the best for you

2. It Is Our Choice
Poet: Julie Hebert

Life is filled with
Ups and downs,
It’s our choice, it’s up to us
To smile or frown.

We are the ones,
That makes a choice to determine our fate,
Don’t ever think,
You are too late.

Our life is made up,
Of the choices we make.
So get on out there,
And get your piece of the cake.

Don’t ever let life
Pass you by.
Life’s too precious,
To just standby.

It’s our choice, it’s up to us To smile or frown.

3. Choices We Make
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

Every day we have choices to make
They may seem small but they can determine our fate
We always need to weigh the good and the bad
Making the right choice will result in being glad.

When choices seem difficult to make
We can stop and put on the brakes
We can ask for advice and look for a guide
Someone with wisdom to provide.

When the wrong choice we decide
We can fix it, not let it divide.
Don’t ever hesitate to say sorry
It will be appreciated and recognized.

And a choice incorrectly made
Learn from it and you will see it fade
So when it comes to choices do your best
And everything will work out like doing a test!

4. Choose The Path
Poet: Edgar A. Guest

There are no gods that bring to youth
The rich rewards that stalwarts claim;
The god of fortune is in truth
A vision and an empty name.
The toiler who through doubt and care
Unto his goal and victory plods,
With no one need his glory share:
He is himself his favoring gods.

There are no gods that will bestow
Earth’s joys and blessings on a man.
Each one must choose the path he’ll go,
Then win from it what joy he can.
And he that battles with the odds
Shall know success, but he who waits
The favors of the mystic gods,
Shall never come to glory’s gates.

No man is greater than his will;
No gods to him will lend a hand!
Upon his courage and his skill
The record of his life must stand.
What honors shall befall to him,
What he shall claim of fame or pelf,
Depend not on the favoring whim
Of fortune’s god, but on himself.

Poems about Life

Life Journey Poems.

5. It’s The Journey That’s Important…
Poet: John McLeod

Life, sometimes so wearying
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a wisdom that is old
Beyond our ‘living memory’
A softly spoken prayer:

“It’s the journey that’s important,
Not the getting there!”

Ins and outs and ups and downs
Life’s road meanders aimlessly?
Or so it seems, but somehow
Leads us where we need to be,
And being simply human
We oft question and compare…

“Is the journey so important
Or the getting there?”

And thus it’s always been
That question pondered down the ages
By simple men with simple ways
To wise and ancient sages…
How sweet then, quietly knowing
Reaching destination fair:

“It’s the journey that’s important,
Not the getting there!”

6. The Journey
Poet Unknown

You got to have some trouble In this rough old world of ours,
You got to fight the bumblebee, sometimes to pick the flowers;
Your going find fin’ a heap of roughness in the rocky road,
Before you get what you can rest and lay aside the load.
But be humble, and don’t grumble,
Because you sometimes slip and stumble,
And seems to drop behind the rest of all the hustlin’ throng.
Don’t stop an’ start a-whining
And a-whimpering and a pinning,
But pick your feet up, honey, and go traveling along.

You may have fears of troubles that will hit you hard someday,
But they’re bound to catch you if you halt along the way.
You got to keep a moving. Some are fast and some are slow.
But all that’s looked for from you is to do the best you know.
So don’t you wait and worry,
If you fall down in your hurry,
And never mind the chaffing
And the hollering and the laughing,
Just pull yourself together as you hum a little song,
But pick your feet up, honey, and go travelling along.

7. A Journey
Poet: Dr. M. Coleman Harris

Life is like a journey
Taken on a train
With a pair of travellers
At each windowpane.
I may sit beside you
All the journey through,
Or I may sit elsewhere
Never knowing you.
But if fate should make me
To sit by your side,
Let’s be pleasant travelers;
It’s so short a ride.

8. Life’s Journey
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

As we speed out of youth’s sunny station
The track seems to shine in the light,
But it suddenly shoots over chasms
Or sinks into tunnels of night.
And the hearts that were brave in the morning
Are filled with repining and fears,
As they pause at the City of Sorrow
Or pass through the Valley of Tears.

But the road of this perilous journey
The hand of the Master has made;
With all its discomforts and dangers,
We need not be sad or afraid.
Paths leading from light into darkness,
Ways plunging from gloom to despair,
Wind out through the tunnels of midnight
To fields that are blooming and fair.

Though the rocks and the shadows surround us,
Though we catch not one gleam of the day,
Above us fair cities are laughing,
And dipping white feet in some bay.
And always, eternal, for ever,
Down over the hills in the west,
The last final end of our journey,
There lies the great Station of Rest.

‘Tis the Grand Central point of all railways,
All roads unite here when they end;
‘Tis the final resort of all tourists,
All rival lines meet here and blend.
All tickets, all seasons, all passes,
If stolen or begged for or bought,
On whatever road or division,
Will bring you at last to this spot.

If you pause at the City of Trouble,
Or wait in the Valley of Tears,
Be patient, the train will move onward,
And rush down the track of the years.
Whatever the place is you seek for,
Whatever your game or your quest,
You shall come at the last with rejoicing
To the beautiful City of Rest.

You shall store all your baggage of worries,
You shall feel perfect peace in this realm,
You shall sail with old friends on fair waters,
With joy and delight at the helm.
You shall wander in cool, fragrant gardens
With those who have loved you the best,
And the hopes that were lost in life’s journey
You shall find in the City of Rest.

9. Silver And Gold
Poet: Unknown

Get of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make.

All that I cherish and hoard away,
After I leave, on earth must stay.

All that I gather and all that I keep,
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.

And I often wonder what I shall own
In the other life when I pass along.

What shall they find and what shall they see
In the soul that answers the call for me?

Shall the Great Judge learn, when my task is through,
That my spirit has gathered some riches, too?

Or shall at the last it be mine to find
That all I’d worked for I’d left behind?

10. Roses and Sunshine
Poet: Edgar a. Guest

Rough is the road I am journeying now,
Heavy the burden I’m bearing to-day;
But I’m humming a song, as I wander along,
And I smile at the roses that nod by the way.
Red roses sweet,
Blooming there at my feet,
Just dripping with honey and perfume and cheer;
What a weakling I’d be
If I tried not to see
The joy and the comfort you bring to us here.

Just tramping along o’er the highway of life,
Knowing not what’s ahead but still doing my best;
And I sing as I go, for my soul seems to know
In the end I shall come to the valley of rest.
With the sun in my face
And the roses to grace
The roads that I travel, what have I to fear?
What a coward I’d be
If I tried not to see
The roses of hope and the sunshine of cheer.

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Poems about Life

11. Our Journey
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020

Our journey through life has its ups and downs
Sometimes feelings of being sad and others of a clown
We all have highs and the lows
Many happy times and times of sorrow.

But there is one factor that makes a difference
It is the attitude of your preference.
Do you look for the good or do you see the bad
Your attitude determines whether you’re happy or sad.

Our journey can be negative or it can be positive
Is just depends on our life perspective.
No matter what happens, no matter the time
Find the good and upward you will climb.

Life is too short to sit and moan
Seize the good and it can change your life tone
Our journey through life can be a happy one
A positive attitude can bring more fun!

12. Life And Moods
Poet: Patience Strong

Moods will lead you such a dance –
If you just give them half a chance.
They’ll lift you up and fling you down.
They’ll turn a smile into a frown.
They’ll drive you into black despairs.
They’ll creep upon you unaware…
Your friends will drop you one by one –
no wonder, for there’s not much fun –
in people who are bright and gay –
and dull, and bored with life, next day…
So don’t be swayed by each new mood…
Just throw them off, or they’ll intrude –
and spoil some bright and happy hour…
For you, yourself, give them power.

13. The Light Of A Cheerful Heart
Poet: Max Ehrmann

I tell you that you and I and the commonest
person are all journeying the same way,
hemmed in by the same narrow path,
leading to the eternal years.

We pride ourselves over our particular superiority;
but really there is little difference between us;

And in this journey over the thousand hills and
valleys called life, he is wisest who is
patient where the way is hard, has faith when
he does not understand, and carries into the
dark places the light of a cheerful heart.

Poems on Life Is Too Short.

14. Life Is Too Short We Know
Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2015

Life is short we all do know,
We cannot take advantage.
We need to live it, and live it well,
We need not carry baggage.

We need to do the things we love,
And always share a smile.
We need to do all we can,
To make this life worthwhile.

Do less of all the things you do,
That you wish you didn’t do.
Do less of all the things you hate,
No more feeling blue.

Don’t waste more time on people,
Who do not deserve it.
Life is short enough without,
Sharing it with those of no spirit.

Share your life with those,
Who are full of energy and love.
These are the type of people,
Who you never want to get rid of.

Certain people will teach you wonders,
Of this world and worlds above.
Open your heart and your mind,
And you’ll find pure love.

15. Don’t Waste Your Days
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

Life is too short to waste your days
Wake up each morning and be glad to say
Good morning world what shall I do today
Thank God you are awake and can have your way.

Love the people who surround you
Don’t waste the day being blue
Find the good in everything
Lift your voice and sing.

Look for opportunities to make others smile
Do this every day not just once in a while
Life is just too short not to help others
Never forget that we are all brothers.

Life is a gift and goes by fast
Look back you’ll see how quickly it has past
Live each day, do your best
And you will find that you are blessed!

16. At Sunset
Poet: Margaret E. Sangster

It isn’t the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you’ve left undone
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.

The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother’s way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say,
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone
That you had no time or thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.

The little act of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
, Which every mortal finds–
They come in night and silence-

Each chill, reproachful wraith–
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a blight has dropped on faith.

For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it’s not the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

17. The Length Of Life
Poet: Amos R. Wells

Are your sorrows hard to bear?
Life is short!
Do you drag the chain of care?
Life is short!
Soon will come the glad release
Into rest and joy and peace;
Soon the weary thread be spun,
And the final labor done.
Keep your courage! Hold the fort!
Life is short!

Are you faint with hope delayed?
Life is long!
Tarries that for which you prayed?
Life is long!
What delights may not abide–
What ambitions satisfied–
What possessions may not be
In God’s great eternity?
Lift the heart! Be glad and strong!
Life is long!

18. So True
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

Life is too short for being mad,
Get over it and find some glad.
Life is too short to not forgive,
Keep your thoughts positive.

Life is too short feeling blue
Set your goals and pursue.
Life is too short to waste your days
Do your work, leave time for play.

Life is too short, so live each day
Before you know it you’ll be turning gray
So live each day and be happy too
As life is too short, oh that’s so true!

19. Too Short
Poet: Charlotte Becker

Life is too short to fuss and fret,
To waste the hours in vain regret,
To fancy slights, to bother why
This listener gave a vague reply.
Or that one made some jesting threat.

And though dull cares our ways beset.
To court indifference, and let
Each proffered bit of joy slip by –
Life is too short!

But, put the world for mirth in debt,
And strive that odds be gayly met;
Humor in every cross espy,
And no least plea for cheer deny –
Then, for the happiness we get.
Life is too short!

20. How Easy It Is!
Poet: Unknown

How easy it is to spoil a day!
The thoughtless words of cherished friends,
The selfish act of a child at play,
The strength of will that will not bend,
The slight of a comrade, the scorn of a foe,
The smile that is full of bitter things –
They all can tarnish its golden glow
And take the grace from its airy wings.

By the force of a thought we did not check
Little by little we mold the clay,
And little flaws may the vessel wreck
. The careless waste of a white-winged hour,
That held the blessing we long had sought.
The sudden loss of wealth or power –
And lo, the day is with ill inwrought.

How easy it is to spoil a life –
And many are spoiled ere well begun –
In some life darkened by sin and strife,
Or downward course of a cherished one,
By toil that robs the form of its grace
And undermines till health gives way;
By the peevish temper, the frowning face.
The hopes that go and cares that stay.

A day is too long to be spent in vain;
Some good should come as the hours go by,
Some tangled maze may be made more plain
Some lowered glance may be raised on high.
And life is too short to spoil like this;
If only a prelude, it may be sweet;
Let us bind together its thread of bliss
And nourish the flowers around our feet.

Poems about Life

21. What Is Life?
Poet: T. L. Bailey

Ah! what is life? How short it seems! –
A passing mist, a world of dreams,
So soon cut off beyond recall;
Yet full of joy or fraught with woe,
The days and years thus come and go;
Relentless time soon covers all.

He covers all, yet not unseen –
Are moments scattered in between,
The days and hours in pleasure passed,
When thoughts of what beyond us lies,
Unbidden will before us rise,
Like mountains in our pathway cast.

We fly away; the morning dew
Is scarce less transient to our view;
It fades before the rising sun;
Though but the creature of an hour,
The drooping flowers have felt its power,
And gladly own its work “well done.”

Then why should life – these fleeting years –
Be filled with anxious doubt and fears?
‘Tis far too short, too quickly run;
Then like the dew, perform our part,
And cheer some lonely, drooping heart;
Let no one leave this work undone.

The Good Life Poems.

22. But is This The Good Life?
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

I bought what I wanted,
whether I needed it or not.
Whether I had the money or not.
Oh, credit cards the wonder of our time.
I ended up with material things I could ever want.
But is this the good life?
I worked 12 hour days,
Plus traveling time of 2 hours a day,
I often worked nights and weekends
I had a high paying job.
But is this the good life?

There was no time for family or friends,
On the weekends I caught up on my sleep,
Baking, cooking, cleaning, I had someone else do that.
But is this the good life?

I was stressed out most of the time,
But, we went on holidays,
We had the two cars,
And the cottage and the house.
But is this the good life?

The answer – not for me!
So I set my goals to be:
Less work, less money, but more time
I wouldn’t go back, not a dime.
I have time for my family and friends,
And I am no longer rushing to the day’s end.
No longer stressed, not as much strife,
This is the good life!

23. What Is A Good Life
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

“What is a good life,” asked the child
That question made me think awhile
I thought of many different material things
And then questioned, do happiness they bring?

So then I thought about people, not things
It’s true, relationships they bring
Much happiness and smiles too
The people who are with you through and through.

And helping others when they are down
Can bring so much to those who frown
And you get back more than you give
You can help take away the negative.

So my answer to the child,
Was one that’s not so wild,
“The good life is love shared and given,
That truly is good livin’.”

24. Better Things
by George Macdonald

Better to smell the violet cool than sip the glowing wine;
Better to hark a hidden brook than watch a diamond shine.

Better the love of gentle heart than beauty’s favors proud,
Better the rose’s living seed than roses in a crowd.

Better to love in loneliness than bask in love all day;
Better the fountain in the heart than the fountain by the way.

Better be fed by a mother’s hand than eat alone at will;
Better to trust in God than say, My goods my storehouse fill.

Better to be a little wise than in knowledge to abound;
Better to teach a child than toil to fill perfection’s round.

Better sit at a master’s feet than thrill a listening state;
Better suspect that thou art proud than be sure that thou art great.

Better to walk in the realm unseen than watch the hour’s event;
Better the “well done” at the last than the air with shoutings rent.

Better to have a quiet grief than a hurrying delight;
Better the twilight of the dawn than the noonday burning bright.

Better to sit at the water’s birth than a sea of waves to win;
To live in the love that floweth forth than the love that cometh in.

Better a death when work is done than earth’s most favored birth;
Better a child in God’s great house than the king of all the earth.

25. Present Days The Best
Poet: C. C. Hassler

There ain’t no use in kickin’ ’bout the weather, for it’s comin’
Just the same, an’ soon we’ll listen to the honey bees a hummin’.
We’ll fergit about the freezin’ an’ the blizzards an’ the snow,
When we watch the corn a sproutin’ an’ the taters as they grow.

There ain’t no use complainin’ ’bout the price of bread an’ meat.
We will have to keep on payin’ if we want to live an’ eat.
This old world will keep on movin’ an’ the seasons will come ’round,
After we have all stopped livin’ and are underneath the ground.

There ain’t no use a sighin’ ’bout the good old times of yore.
Tis the present we must tackle, as our fathers did before.
If we lived as they did — maybe — we would kick an’ growl because
Things wasn’t managed better by the makers of our laws.

There ain’t no use a findin’ faults with everyone we see.
When so many of them’s showin’ in the lives of you an’ me.
Let us meet the clouds above us with a smilin’ face an’ know
God will send us fruit and flowers if we give them time to grow.

There ain’t no use a growlin’ till our faces are awry,
Smiles will make this old world better as the days an’ years go by.
Call our present days the best days, scatter seeds of love an’ share
Joys and sorrows with our neighbors an’ they’ll blossom everywhere.

26. A Good Life
Poet: H. Bonar

He liveth long who liveth well;
All else is life but flung away:
He liveth longest who can tell
Of true things truly done each day.

Then fill each hour with what will last;
Buy up the moments as they go:
The life above, when this is past.
Is the ripe fruit of life below.

Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;
Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright;
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,
And find a harvest-home of light.

27. Give Us A Rest
Poet: Unknown

What is this life if, full of zest
We have no time to sit and rest?
No time to sit in sweet content
And dream of how our time was spent.

No time to dream of future things
Or hear the songs the glee club sings.
But always springing up to find
The kind of book that’s on some mind.

And listen to the silly gaff
That flows to make librarians laugh.
What is this life if, full of zest
We have no time to sit and rest?

Poems on Life Lessons

28. Life’s Lesson
Poet: Bernhart Paul Holst

While yet a child, on ocean’s shore,
I gazed across the restless sea;
I heard the music of its roar
And wondered what it meant to me.

In those sweet years I longed to sail
Mid treasures rare of ages’ lore;
I set my canvas to the gale
And steered my vessel far from shore.

With joy I sailed the summer sea
While skies were bright and winds were fair,
But storms soon disappointed me
And drove my vessel here and there.

And when arose the tempest wild,
It tossed my ship on billows wide.
It swept me back where as a child
For joy and pleasure I had sighed.

Ah ! well, if we could only know
In early years, so sweet and kind,
What joy and pleasure from us flow
As we leave childhood years behind.

29. Lesson Learned Every Day
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

A lesson is learned every day,
The one I learned was just today.
I learned that others can’t be pressed,
To do or act as I feel best.

I’ve learned that people are their own,
And only I can change the known.
If I don’t like how something is,
Changing me is all there is.

So next time you come across this issue,
Don’t get mad and grab a tissue.
Change the way that you react,
And that will have a positive impact.

A lesson is learned every day,
What lesson did you learn today?
Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s great,
Take what you’ve learned, don’t let it wait.

30. No Matter Your Age
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

There are so many lessons to learn
No wonder our parents were concerned.

We never stop learning no matter our age.
The worse of these are the years of teenage.

As we age we often find
We have to keep an open mind.

Many times we thought we knew it all
Only to realize how quick we could fall.

So no matter what your age pay attention
To the lessons that others do mention.

31. A Lesson
Poet: Leonora Milliken Boss

When along the street you’re passing,
Note the people whom you meet;
Some whose faces speak of sorrow,
Some who show that life is sweet.

Some who dress in height of fashion,
Some in rags and dirt you’ll see;
Still they all are human beings.
Of one family, you’ll agree.

Then let us cheer the heart of sorrow,
Let us lift our brother’s load;
As he ever trudges by us
In the journey o’er life’s road.

A word, a smile, a kindly glance,
Hath power to help another;
For all the world’s akin, you know,
We’re sister or we’re brother.

So, give forth good to all the world,
And you’ll find this saying true;
“Give to the world the best you have
And the best will come back to you.”

We each need help in this old world,
And the ones who wear fashion’s best.
May need it more than the beggar in rags,
When they’re put to the crucial test.

So, let your light shine and kindle
That fire which shall warm a heart;
And teach them that, of the Father,
We are each and all a part.

Then let us live in accord with good.
That spark divine, within each one,
Which shall bring in all upliftment,
Now and when the earth life’s done.

We are atoms; this is true, indeed;
But drops in the ocean of life;
But many atoms, working together.
Can overthrow discord and strife.

And many drops drawn from the ocean,
Can make the great sea go dry;
Then, can you not see the good we may do,
If you and I, brothers, just try?

Poems about Life

32. Life Issues
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

When faced with life issues
Don’t let it give you the blues.
Look for the lesson in it
Rather than sulking and having a fit.

With every trouble comes a blessing
Don’t be discouraged, it is not depressing
Often times when you look back
There was a lesson to learn not an attack.

So change your attitude and you will find
Learning life lessons can be kind.
Helping you become the person you were meant to be
Just do your best and you will see!

33. Over And Over Again
Poet: Josephine Pollard

Over and over again,
No matter which way I turn,
I always find in the book of life
Some lessons I have to learn.
I must take my turn at the mill;
I must grind out the golden grain;
I must work at my task, with a resolute will,
Over and over again.

We cannot measure the need
Of even the tiniest flower,
Nor check the flow of the golden sands
That run through a single hour;
But the morning dew must fall,
And the sun and summer rain
Must do their part, and perform it all
Over and over again.

Over and over again,
The brook through the meadow flows;
And over and over again
The ponderous millwheel goes.
Once doing will not suffice,
Though doing be not in vain;
And a blessing, failing us once or twice,
May come if we try again.

The path that has once been trod
Is never so rough for the feet;
And the lesson we once have learned
Is never so hard to repeat.
Though sorrowful tears must fall,
And the heart to its depths be riven
With storm and tempest, we need them all
To render us fit for heaven.

34. Live To Learn
Poet: Bayard Taylor

Learn to live, and live to learn;
Ignorance like a fire doth burn,
Little tasks make large return.

Toil, when willing, groweth less;
“Always play” may seem to bless,
Yet the end is weariness.

Live to learn, and learn to live,
Only this content can give;
Feckless joys are fugitive.

35. I Have Learned
Poet: Arthur C. Benson

I have learned that
Mistakes can often be set right,
That anxieties fade,
That calamities have sometimes a compensating joy,
That an ambition realized is not always pleasurable,
That a disappointment is often
Of itself a rich incentive to try again.
One learns to look over troubles,
Instead of looking into them,
One learns that hope is
More unconquerable than grief.

Some more popular Life Poems.

36. Life Will Yield
Poet: Unknown

We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe, golden ears,
Unless we have first been sowers,
And watered the flowers with tears.

It is not just as we take it,
This wonderful world of ours
Life’s field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.

37. Life Troubles
Poet: Nixon Waterman

Though life is made up of mere bubbles
‘Tis better than many aver,
For while we’ve a whole lot of troubles
The most of them never occur.

38. A Life Built
by William Arthur Ward

A life built on the sands of celebrity
Can be wrecked by the rains of reverses.

A life built on the sands of materialism
Can be destroyed by the floods of adversity.

A life built on the sands of pleasure
Can be blown down by the winds of disillusionment.

Only the life that is built on the rock of character
Can withstand the tempests of time.

39. Unity
Poet: Susan Coolidge

If I were told that I must die to-morrow,
That the next sun
Which sinks should bear one past all fear and sorrow
For any one,
All the fight fought, all the short journey through:
What should I do?
I do not think that I should shrink or falter,
But just go on,
Doing my work, nor change, nor seek to alter
Aught that is gone;
But rise and move and love and smile and pray
For one more day.

40. Tell Him So
Poet Unknown

If you have a word of cheer
That may light the pathway drear
Of a brother pilgrim here
Let him know.

Show him you appreciate
What he does, and do not wait
Till the heavy hand of Fate
Lays him low.

If your heart contains a thought
That will brighter make his lot,
Then in mercy hide it not,
Tell him so.

Wait not till your friend is dead
Ere your compliments are said;
For the spirit that has fled,
If it know,
Does not need to speed it on
Our poor praise, . . .
But unto our brother here
That poor praise is very dear.
If you’ve any word of cheer
Tell him so.

Life is hard enough at best,
But the love that is expressed
Makes it seem a pathway blest
To our feet;
And the troubles that we share
Seem the easier to bear.

41. Life
Poet: Bernhart Paul Holst

My life is a beautiful song,
The days pass swiftly away,
The years speed so quickly along —
It seems like the dream of a day.

My youth was a charming delight,
A springtime of which poets sin;
It dawned on me, happy and bright,
But flew like a bird on the wing.

The years of maturity came.
Fraught with the chances of life;
The labors that were not in vain
Gave stimuli, fruitful and rife.

As student, as teacher, as man.
The seasons so quickly have flown;
The cycles of time swiftly ran
And taken dear friends I have known.

And soon will I turn to the west,
West, where the sun sinks from view.
To welcome the long, peaceful rest,
After bidding all earth-friends adieu.

My life is a beautiful song,
The days pass swiftly away,
The years speed so quickly along —
It seems like the dream of a day.

42. Your Life
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2011

Each day we are given is a gift,
And a gift we always should appreciate.
When time start to run together,
It’s then that our time depreciates.

So try to slow and take each day,
Only one at a time.
Life will always have its ups and downs,
But the ups are more fun to climb.

Every morning awake to accomplish something,
Should be on your mind.
So choose your thought for the day,
And do it and then unwind.

If every day you have a goal,
And every day it gets done.
Life will never run away,
And life will be much more fun.

But you are the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on the bus, or in the car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul. Anna Quindlen, A Short Guide to a Happy Life

43. A Balance In Life?
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

How do you get a balance in life?
Our time can sometimes create such strife
How much of your time is focused on
Getting to the top and being number one.

There is more to life than just making money
Look at relationships and spending time with your buddy
At the end of the day, you will see that these things
Relationships are key and happiness they bring.

And if only you seek to have fun and play
You will not find happiness each day
As time goes on with no goals in mind
Life has a tendency to leave you behind.

The time we spend can have so many demands
Balance seems hard to learn and understand
But remember, you have control of it
You decide what you’ll permit.

So what does a balance in life mean to you?
Do you consider it in all you do
Take the time to work hard but, also relax
Don’t get worn down and overtaxed.

Moderation in life is the key
Balance can result in feelings of happy.
So whatever you do may you find
Work hard but allow time to unwind.

Each of us is born with a unique potential that defines a destiny. We are given the chance to do what no one has ever done before and to leave our distinctive mark on the world before we die. Robert K. Cooper, The Other 90%

44. Worth While
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It is easy enough to be pleasant.
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years;
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth,
Is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy enough to be prudent
When nothing tempts you to stray.
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it’s only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire.
And the life that is worth the honor on earth,
Is the one that resists desire.

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen.
Who had no strength for the strife.
The world’s highway is cumbered today,
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth,
For we find them but once in a while.

45. The Meaning of Life
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020

Have you given thought to the meaning of life
Or do you go day to day with the strife
Do you ever step back and reflect
On the meaning of life and every aspect.

What is your purpose in life to be
These are questions you must ask and see
Questions to reflect on and to consider
Are you happy or are you bitter.

Is there more to life than you realize
Do you help others and recognize
That life is not just about you
We are all in it together that is so true.

The years go by in a blink of an eye
What will people say about you when you die?
Will they remember how hard you worked
Or will they remember you as a jerk.

The meaning of life is to me
Sharing and kindness to be
A loving person who helps others
One who realizes that we are all brothers.

46. Values Life
By John Sterling

A happy lot must sure be his–
The lord, not slave, of things–
Who values life by what it is
And not by what it brings.

47. The Years Go By
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020

When we were young aging seemed like fun
We couldn’t wait until the age was done
We then hit our teens and with life came
Some responsibility but still lots of games.
And so the twenty’s were realized
And we found we had to get organized.

And before you knew it we hit the big three o!
A party was had, the energy was glad, oh, what a show
Before you knew it they were saying over the hill
You hit the age of forty and had responsibility for all the bills
Fifty crept up ever so slow
But you wonder where did the years go?

With 60 approaching you look back and see
How fast the years went by, oh, you need more coffee
70 flys by in a blink of an eye
You just grin and kiss the years goodbye.
Then 80 arrives with a blast
With family around you wondering how long you will last.

While the words may seem funny,
Aging can truly be sunny
Live your life and
Let aging have its way
Enjoy your life and keep smilin’
The years will pass by that is for certain!

48. Struggles Come Your Way
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

Just because struggles come your way
Doesn’t mean it can ruin your day
The good and the bad are a way of life
Don’t get down, move beyond the strife.

We must live life, taking things in stride
Helping each other, stoping any divide
Life is better when we support and love
And that is what’s expected from above.

You see we were given choices to make
We are not robots, we are not fake
So if you’re faced with a trial or two
Don’t give up, let others help you through.

49. What Is This Life
Poet: W. H. Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

50. Everybody Is Lonesome
Poet Unknown

Way down deep within their hearts
Everybody’s lonesome;
Far within their secret parts
Everybody’s lonesome.
Makes no difference how they smile,
How they live or what their style;
Once in every little while
Everybody’s lonesome.

People first in big affairs —
Even they are lonesome.
Maybe like to put on airs;
Just the same, they’re lonesome.
Men for whom existence blends
Every good; who gain all ends,
Still reach out their hands for friends;
Everybody’s lonesome.

Women, silk-clad, jeweled fine.
Yes, they, too, are lonesome;
When their gems the brightest shine.
They are just as lonesome.
Some must serve and some command.
All still seek, with groping hand.
Love, and friends who understand.
Everybody’s lonesome.

Though your gift of friendship’s small
Everybody’s lonesome.
It may answer someone’s call;
Someone who is lonesome.
Give, and give with might and main;
Give your hands, and join the chain,
And your gift will be your gain
Some time, when you’re lonesome.

51. When Does Life Begin
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

Does life begin when you obtain more things?
Or does life begin when you make big earnings?
Does life begin when tomorrow dawns
Or does tomorrow just make you yawn?

The only life we have to live
Is today, the day we have to give
Don’t wait for a certain thing
For happiness to bring.

Live each day and live it full
Don’t waste it and be a fool
Begin each day and be thankful for
All that the day has in store!

52. Life Is For Livin
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

Life is meant to be lived each day
Do our best in every way
Set our goals and work towards
The achievement and its rewards.

We must always appreciate
And take the time to initiate
Relationships that are key to life
To help us through daily strife.

No sense worrying about what tomorrow holds
Live today and see it unfold
Be thankful for what we’ve been given
Each day is a time for truly livin’!

53. Not Worth Fooling With
Poet: Strickland Gillilan

What – “life is not worth fooling with?”
You’re right, my lad, you’re right!
Just spread that doctrine far and wide,
and spread it with your might.
Life never is worth “fooling with” –
this is the truth you’re giving.
It isn’t worth the “fooling with,
” but it’s wholly worth the living!

You say it’s “not worth fooling with” –
the task assigned to you.
You’re right again, impatient lad;
the thing you say is true.
Perhaps not in the sense you mean –
if so, there’s trouble brewing.
Your job is not worth “fooling with”
but it’s surely worth the doing!

“No, tasks are not worth “fooling with”

’tis not what tasks were made for.
You must not fool with them at all’ –
that’s not what you are paid for.
The best that’s in you, body, soul and mind,
you should be giving
To what your hands have found to do –
not “fooling” – toiling, living!

54. What Are
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer

What are the things you are thankful for?
Do you focus on whether you’re rich or poor;
Or are you content or looking for more;
Do you focus on material things;
Do you think happiness they will bring;
Do you focus on making more money;
Does money bring you more of life’s honey.

What are the things you are thankful for?
Is it “when this happens” tomorrow will be –
I will be happier just wait and see.
Do you miss the sunset and sunrise or do you see
That time passed by because you are too busy.
When family and friends call you on the phone
You’re too busy you say, with a groan.

The things to be thankful for money can’t buy
Money and things just can’t supply
Be thankful for the simple things – just stop and see
People who love you to every degree.
The breathtaking sunset and the sunrise
Can delight your eyes and give such a surprise.
So take time and be thankful for the simple things
Today they surround you and happiness they can bring.

55. Only A Smile
Poet: George McDonald

Only a smile was given me
On the crowded street one day,
But it pierced the gloom of my saddened heart
Like a sunbeam’s ray.
The shadows of doubt hung o’er me,
And the burden of pain I bore,
And the voice of hope I could not hear,
Though I listened o’er and o’er.

But there came a rift in the crowd about,
And a face that I knew passed by,
And the smile I caught was brighter to me
Than the blue of a summer sky;
For it gave me back the sunshine,
And it scattered each somber thought,
And my heart rejoiced in the kindly warmth
Which that kindly smile had wrought.

Only a smile from a kindly face
On the busy street that day;
Forgotten as soon as given, perhaps,
As the donor went her way;
But straight to my heart it went speeding
To gild the clouds that were there,
And I found that of sunshine and life’s blue skies
I also might take my share.

56. Rainy Days
Poet: Patience Strong

When raindrops fall and skies look grey-
You hear so many people say-
What awful weather!- with a groan,
they watch the rain come pouring down.

They grumble if they venture out,
and if indoors they prowl about,
with doleful faces all day long-
and then, of course, things all go wrong.

But if we’re happy right deep down –
inside our hearts, we never frown
because the rain clouds gather low.
We take our brightness where we go.

Outside conditions can’t annoy-
when we possess that secret joy-
that inward radiance nothing dims.
So rise above the weather’s whims!

Why wait for the capricious sun?
You’ll find that there is lots of fun
in being kissed by soft cool showers,
and laughing with the grateful flowers.

We aren’t content to have everything remain the same forever. Even if we think we want that, it’s not possible. Life happens, circumstances change, and we have to locate a boat and set out on a new adventure. Colette Baron Reid, Uncharted

57. Stress Relief
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020

Stress can seem to compound
Making it hard to rebound
If we don’t find relief
It can fill us with such grief.

You need to find a way
To control stress before you go gray.
It may be a simple thing
Like taking a walk, or running.

Life challenges need to be
Put in perspective, so you can see
Not all things have to be done
You need some time to have some fun.

Sometimes we just need to talk
Or go with a friend for a walk
Talking to others can get it off your chest
Allowing you to move forward at your best.

A question to ask yourself sometime
“Will this matter in 5 years time?”
If it does, then take action now
And if not let it go somehow.

The worse thing you can do
Is to let stress overwhelm you
Find relief, so you can proceed
It will help you to succeed!

appreciate the simple things in life

58. Little Things
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020

Simple things are the little things
Such happiness they can bring
From watching a sunrise
To giving a child a simple surprise.

If we stop and look and see
How simple things in life can be
The best and happiest times
During our life journey climb.

59. Creed
Poet: Edgar A. Guest

I would live this life so well
Strangers of me praise might tell
Somehow I would like to be
Cherished here in memory.
Not as one whose skill was great;
Not as one who conquered fate;
Not as one who rose to fame,
Leaving a remembered name,
But as one who served some need
With a timely, kindly deed.

I would have my life be told
Not in glory or in gold,
Or in books which students read,
Giving name and date and deed
Of a dead man labeled great
Let mine be the lesser fate
Let me be to print unknown;
O’er my grave no towering stone.
‘Tis sufficient at the end
To be mourned for as a friend.

60. Happy Times
Poet: Kate Summers

Holidays are meant to be
Happy times for all to see
The time may be a special occasion
Or it may be a two week vacation.

No matter what the holiday
Whether at home or away
Be sure to relax, fun to be had
A time for all to be glad.

61. A Lesson From The Clock
by John Imrie

Tick, tick, tick, tick,
Time flies so quick,
With never ceaseless motion;
Our moments pass
Like sands in glass,
Or wavelets of the ocean.

Thus moments go,
For weal or woe,
And none returneth ever;
How mindful we
Should ever be
To spend with wise endeavour.

The life of man
Is but a span.
Short, transient, and fleeting;
With here and there
A joy or care,
A parting or a meeting.

Then let each hour,
Like beauteous flower.
Some fragrance send to Heaven;
To God above,
In grateful love,
Lot ransomed powers be given.

62. Downsizing Means
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2015

My previous life when I heard the term
downsizing meant a turn for worse
But now we are talking not about a job
We are talking about a smaller home

Letting go of space
Letting go of material things
Less room
Will this be doom?

But the benefits to me
Less housework you see
Lower heating costs
And a cosizer house

So now when I hear the term
Downsizing means
Living simply with
The things that mean something to me!

63. A Psalm of Life
Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream! –
For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, and our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating, funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle, in the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another, sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

Oh! what is life?

64. Life
by Mary C. Ryan

Oh! what is life, but a short breath,
The heavings of a breast,
A soul’s strange dream while on the earth,
A vague and brief unrest?

Each year is a tidal wave,
Hastening us o’er life’s sea;
A warning voice from the cold grave,
Where all is mystery.

E’en like a harp carelessly strung,
Life sounds no perfect chord.
The sweetest strains that can be sung,
Are marred with harsh discords.

If days, the notes of life’s great song,
Could all be played aright.
Oh ! then the world as one vast throng
Would listen at its might.

65. Red Geraniums
by Martha Haskell Clark

Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.

The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.

And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I’ll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.

66. Two-Sided
by William Arthur Ward

Life is strange, two-sided thing…
A dirge to chant, or a song to sing;
A sad, cold world, or a thrilling place,
A tough, old grind, or an exciting race.

A drudge-filled chore or a challenging dare,
A thorny bush,or a flower fair.
A task to do or a chance to give,
A day to spend or a life to life.

67. When?
Poet Unknown

When fortune with a smiling face
Strews roses on our way,
When shall we stop to pick them up?
Today, my love, today!
But should she frown with face of care
And speak of coming sorrow,
When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?
Tomorrow, love, tomorrow!

If those who’ve wronged us own their fault.
And kindly pity, pray
When shall we listen and forgive?
Today, my love, today!
But if stern justice urge rebuke.
And warmth from mem’ry borrow,
When shall we chide, if chide we must?
Tomorrow, love, tomorrow!

68. Time Is Swift
Poet: Unknown

Pluck the rose while blooming;
Now ’tis fresh and bright;
Wait not till to-morrow;
Time is swift in flight.

Do thy deeds of kindness
Ere to-morrow’s light;
What may come, we know not;
Time is swift in flight.

Would’st thou make life useful.
Work before ’tis night;
Else thou’llt be regretting.
Time is swift in flight.

69. Somehow Or Other
Poet: Unknown

Life is a burden to every one’s shoulder
None may escape from its troubles and care;
Miss it in youth and ’twill come when we ‘re older,
And fit us as close as the garments we wear.
Sorrow comes into our home uninvited,
Robbing our heart of its treasures of song;
Lovers grow cold and our friendships are slighted,
Yet somehow or other we worry along.

Midst the sweet blossoms that smile on our faces
Grow the rank weeds that would poison and blight;
And e’en in the midst of earth’s beautiful places
There’s always a something that isn’t just right.
Yet oft from the rock we may pick a gay flower,
And drink from a spring in a desolate waste;
They come to the heart as a heavenly dower,
And nought is so sweet to the eye or the taste.

Every-day toil is an every-day blessing,
Though poverty’s cottage and crust we may share;
Weak is the back on which burdens are pressing,
But stout is the heart which is strengthened by prayer.
Somehow or other the pathway grows brighter
Just when we mourned there was none to befriend;
Hope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter,
And somehow or other we get to the end.

70. This Life Is What We Make It
Poet: Maria Frink

Let’s oftener talk of noble deeds,
And rarer of the bad ones,
And sing about our happy days,
And not about the sad ones.
We are not made to fret and sigh,
And when grief sleeps to wake it:
Bright happiness is standing by –
This life is what we make it.

Let’s find the sunny side of men,
Or be believers in it;
A light there is in every soul
That takes the pains to win it.
Oh! there’s a slumbering good in all;
And we perchance may wake it
Our hands contain the magic wand –
This life is what we make it.

Then here’s to those whose loving hearts
Shed light and joy about them!
Thanks be them for countless gems
We ne’er had known without them.
Oh! this should be a happy world
To all who may partake it:
The fault’s our own if it is not –
This life is what we make it.

71. Through Life
Poet: Unknown

We slight the gifts that every season bears,
And let them fall unheeded from our grasp,
In our great eagerness to reach and clasp
The promised treasure of the coming years;

Or else we mourn some great good passed away,
And, in the shadow of our grief shut in,
Refuse the lesser good we yet might win,
The offered peace and gladness of to-day.

So through the chambers of our life we pass,
And leave them one by one and never stay,
Not knowing how much pleasantness there was
In each, until the closing of the door
Has sounded through the house and died away,
And in our hearts we sigh, “Forevermore!”

72. Live For Something
Poet: Unknown

Live for something, be not idle,
Look about thee for employ,
Sit not down to useless dreaming,–
Labor is the sweetest joy.
Folded hands are ever weary,
Selfish hearts are never gay,
Life for thee hath many duties,–
Active be, then, whilst thou may.

Scatter blessings in thy pathway!
Gentle words and cheering smiles
Better are than gold and silver,
With their grief-dispelling wiles.
As the pleasant sunshine falleth
Ever on the grateful earth,
So let sympathy and kindness
Gladden well the darkened hearth.

Hearts there are oppressed and weary,–
Drop the tear of sympathy;
Whisper words of hope and comfort;
Give, and thy reward shall be
Joy unto thy soul returning,
From this perfect fountain-head;
Freely, as thou freely givest,
Shall the grateful light be shed.

73. I Rather See A Sermon
Poet: Edgar A. Guest

I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I’d rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye’s a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example’s always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.

I soon can learn to do it if you’ll let me see it done;
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I’d rather get my lessons by observing what you do;
For I might misunderstand you and the high advise you give,
But there’s no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.
When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays behind
Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me
To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be.
And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today
Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.

One good man teaches many, men believe what they behold;
One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.
Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,
For right living speaks a language which to every one is clear.
Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say,
I’d rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day.

74. The Vacation Problem
Poet: Arthur Franklin Fuller

The summer days again are here,
And make one glad vacation’s near;
Where best to spend it who can know?
The list of places seems to grow;

Attractions varied, promise charms.
At seashore points, and inland farms;
Now better not in haste decide —
Regrets might then the spirit chide.

Resorts along the sea’s cool shore
Claim sports peculiar by the score;
The white-brimmed waves’ majestic roll
Makes music for a pleasant stroll;

The salt-breeze proves a tonic fine,
And fish respond to hook and line;
Again returns the appetite,
And life seems bursting with delight.

At night the band makes music sweet,
And those who dance find joy complete;
The drift-wood bonfire’s ruddy glow
Makes ghostly shadows come and go;

The “clam-bake” parties laugh and sing
‘Til sea and earth and welkin ring —
No grinding cares their minds infest,
And mirth swells every heaving breast.

Convention’s rules are set aside,
Flirtations there, but few will chide;
Voluptuous sights oft meet the gaze —
Restraint seems scarce a voice to raise —

Extravagance seems quite the thing;
And hard-earned savings soon take wing;
Yet lack of means is ne’er confessed —
The home-trail is shown to such distressed.

E’en dreams of this may fascinate —
Such times are good to contemplate —
But pause a moment — thus be fair.
Let inland life its charms declare;

The curse of this, our modern way,
Is rushing through life’s passing day —
For stimulation calls for more.
And beggars Nature’s bounteous store.

Here flowers bloom in mossy dell.
And song-birds unmolested dwell,
While fruited bush and leafy tree
Make overtures so restfully;

The city’s din is now forgot —
All seem contented with their lot —
The war for gain seems useless strife,
For all Man’s needs, earth’s harvest’s rife.

One ponders on an early day;
When man lived in an easier way —
When there was much less to be done
‘Twixt early morn and setting sun;

These hardy men — their hearts were true,
But books and luxuries were few —
That out-door life full vigor lent —
In simple rounds their days they spent.

Their guns unwritten laws enforced,
For honor in their blood-veins coursed —
Their wives were loyal helpmates, too,
And kept the vows their whole lives through;

The landlord knows some thrilling tales,
And thus his guest he oft regales —
And twilight hours too soon are past,
And sleep must claim its own at last.

‘Tis hard to make a choice,
Since both their claims have given voice —
The inland mountains, rivers, farms,
Are quite as great as seashore charms;

Just toss up a coin, and then abide
By its chance fall — and thus decide!
But it’s very expensive far to roam,
So better be wise and stay at home.

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