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.

                                                 By Edgar Albert Guest