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.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 