Another thoughtful piece by Edgar A. Guest. This gentleman was really quite a prolific writer. I can see why he was called the "people's poet." His words speak to each one of us. This particular poem is just so true. We get so busy in our little lives that many of us think "oh I'll do that tomorrow" and never really live today. We need to get out there and jump right in and use up every bit of life we are given. It really is a gift. That's really my fondest memory of my Aunt Florence....she was always ready to try something new.
|Flo with a new camera. It looks|
to me as if she's outside of
my grandparent's house in
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 vest.
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.
~Edgar A. Guest