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A life must never be a box
One’s holding almost thrilled,
But closed, with candies filled,
When key’s at hand to open locks.

The comfort of the well-worn path
May keep one from the new
Where lies the golden dew,
While sparing but a little wrath.

When stranger of the moment knocks
And has another’s trust,
To shake his hand’s a must,
For worlds a greeting thus unlocks. 

When we have ceased our earthly stay,
May it be widely said
And on our tombstones read
That here lies one who seized the day.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.



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