Life is what we make of it - Edgar Albert Guest (Powerful Life Poetry)
Life is just;
take the delight of it.
laughter is best;
sing through the night of of it,
swiftly the tear and the heart
and the the ache of it
find out down here;
life must be what we make of it.
Life is a song;
latest dance to the thrill of it.
Grief’s hours are long,
And cold is the chill of it.
joy is man's seed;
let us smile for the sake of it.
this be our creed;
life must be what we make of it.
Life is a soul;
the virtue and vice of it.
strife for a goal,
And man's strength is the price of it.
your life and mine,
the bare bread and the cake of it,
end in this line;
life must be what we make of it.
Edgar Albert Guest
- American poet (1881 - 1959)
Have you earned your tomorrow? - Edgar Albert Guest (Inspirational Life Poetry)
Is anyone happy because you lost his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
This day is almost over and it's toiling time is through.
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along?
Or a churlish sort of “howdy” and then vanished in the throng?
Were you selfish pure and simple as you rushed along the way,
Or is someone Mighty grateful for a deed you did today?
Can you set night, in parting with the day that sleeping fast,
that you helped a single Brother of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said?
Does a man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?
Did You waste the day, or lose it, was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber do you think that God would say,
You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?
Edgar Albert guest
- American poet
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