Poems About Life

A collection of short poems about life that we feel are the best to inspire and encourage you. Many times as we journeyed through life, we reflected on the short verses in these poems. Life has its good times and bad, but how we react to those times will reflect our success and happiness in life.

Let the words of these Poets give you words for reflection. Encouraging poems and verses to uplift and motivate you in dealing with many different aspects of life. Reading poems can change your perspective and help you see circumstances in a different light. While many of the poems are short you will find inspirational words that are full of wisdom.

Short Poems / Poems About Life - related: Life Quotes

Short Poem About Life for Your Week

But Of Little Things...
Poet: Sir H. Davy

Life is made up,
not of great sacrifices or duties,
but of little things,
in which smiles and kindnesses,
and small obligations given habitually,
are what win and preserve
the heart and secure comfort.

Collections of  Poems About Life

1. Famous Poems About Life 2. Poems About Colors 3. Life Is Too Short
4. The Good Life 5. Poems On Life Lessons 6. The Man In The Glass Poem
7. Life Is Good Poems 8. Lessons Learned In Life 9. Train Of Life Poem
10. Poems About Life And Love 11. What Life Means To Me Poem 12. Poem On Aging
13. Poems About Life Struggles 14. Living A Simple Life 15. A Little Loving
16. Waiting For Life To Begin 17. Living Life Poem 18. Funny Poems About Life
19. Be Thankful Poems 20. Journey Of Life 21. Wonderful Things
22. Poems About Joy 23. Poems About School 24. Simple Things
25. Follow Your Own Path 26. Respect Poems 27. Holiday Poems
28. Poems About Home 29. Sad Poems 30. Irish Blessings
31. A Balanced Life 32. Apology Poems 33. Life Mottos
34. Little Things 35. Life Choices 36. Simplicity Poems
37. Life Journey    

Popular Life Poems
  1. Life Will Yield
    Poet: Unknown

    We must not hope to be mowers,
    And to gather the ripe, golden ears,
    Unless we have first been sowers,
    And watered the flowers with tears.

    It is not just as we take it,
    This wonderful world of ours
    Life’s field will yield as we make it
    A harvest of thorns or of flowers.

  2. Unity
    Poet: Susan Coolidge

    If I were told that I must die to-morrow,
    That the next sun
    Which sinks should bear one past all fear and sorrow
    For any one,
    All the fight fought, all the short journey through:
    What should I do?
    I do not think that I should shrink or falter,
    But just go on,
    Doing my work, nor change, nor seek to alter
    Aught that is gone;
    But rise and move and love and smile and pray
    For one more day.

  3. Tell Him So
    Poet Unknown

    If you have a word of cheer
    That may light the pathway drear
    Of a brother pilgrim here
    Let him know.

    Show him you appreciate
    What he does, and do not wait
    Till the heavy hand of Fate
    Lays him low.

    If your heart contains a thought
    That will brighter make his lot,
    Then in mercy hide it not,
    Tell him so.

    Wait not till your friend is dead
    Ere your compliments are said;
    For the spirit that has fled,
    If it know,
    Does not need to speed it on
    Our poor praise, . . .
    But unto our brother here
    That poor praise is very dear.
    If you've any word of cheer
    Tell him so.

    Life is hard enough at best,
    But the love that is expressed
    Makes it seem a pathway blest
    To our feet;
    And the troubles that we share
    Seem the easier to bear.

  4. life is beautiful open your eyes and be inspired by the beauty that surrounds you!

  5. Life
    Poet: Bernhart Paul Holst

    My life is a beautiful song,
    The days pass swiftly away,
    The years speed so quickly along —
    It seems like the dream of a day.

    My youth was a charming delight,
    A springtime of which poets sin;
    It dawned on me, happy and bright,
    But flew like a bird on the wing.

    The years of maturity came.
    Fraught with the chances of life;
    The labors that were not in vain
    Gave stimuli, fruitful and rife.

    As student, as teacher, as man.
    The seasons so quickly have flown;
    The cycles of time swiftly ran
    And taken dear friends I have known.

    And soon will I turn to the west,
    West, where the sun sinks from view.
    To welcome the long, peaceful rest,
    After bidding all earth-friends adieu.

    My life is a beautiful song,
    The days pass swiftly away,
    The years speed so quickly along —
    It seems like the dream of a day.

  6. each day we are given is a gift

  7. Your Life
    Poet: Julie Hebert, 2011

    Each day we are given is a gift,
    And a gift we always should appreciate.
    When time start to run together,
    It's then that our time depreciates.

    So try to slow and take each day,
    Only one at a time.
    Life will always have its ups and downs,
    But the ups are more fun to climb.

    Every morning awake to accomplish something,
    Should be on your mind.
    So choose your thought for the day,
    And do it and then unwind.

    If every day you have a goal,
    And every day it gets done.
    Life will never run away,
    And life will be much more fun.

  8. But you are the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life.  Not just your life at a desk, or your life on the bus, or in the car, or at the computer.  Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart.  Not just your bank account, but your soul. Anna Quindlen, A Short Guide to a Happy Life

  9.  A Balance In Life?
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2019

    How do you get a balance in life?
    Our time can sometimes create such strife
    How much of your time is focused on
    Getting to the top and being number one.

    There is more to life than just making money
    Look at relationships and spending time with your buddy
    At the end of the day, you will see that these things
    Relationships are key and happiness they bring.

    And if only you seek to have fun and play
    You will not find happiness each day
    As time goes on with no goals in mind
    Life has a tendency to leave you behind.

    The time we spend can have so many demands
    Balance seems hard to learn and understand
    But remember, you have control of it
    You decide what you'll permit.

    So what does a balance in life mean to you?
    Do you consider it in all you do
    Take the time to work hard but, also relax
    Don't get worn down and overtaxed.

    Moderation in life is the key
    Balance can result in feelings of happy.
    So whatever you do may you find
    Work hard but allow time to unwind.

  10. Each of us is born with a unique potential that defines a destiny. We are given the chance to do what no one has ever done before and to leave our distinctive mark on the world before we die. Robert K. Cooper, The Other 90%

  11.  The Meaning of Life
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    Have you given thought to the meaning of life
    Or do you go day to day with the strife
    Do you ever step back and reflect
    On the meaning of life and every aspect.

    What is your purpose in life to be
    These are questions you must ask and see
    Questions to reflect on and to consider
    Are you happy or are you bitter.

    Is there more to life than you realize
    Do you help others and recognize
    That life is not just about you
    We are all in it together that is so true.

    The years go by in a blink of an eye
    What will people say about you when you die?
    Will they remember how hard you worked
    Or will they remember you as a jerk.

    The meaning of life is to me
    Sharing and kindness to be
    A loving person who helps others
    One who realizes that we are all brothers.

  12. whether you realize it or not, your life has an objective, a purpose

  13. Values Life
    John Sterling

    A happy lot must sure be his--
    The lord, not slave, of things--
    Who values life by what it is
    And not by what it brings.

  14. The Years Go By
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    When we were young aging seemed like fun
    We couldn't wait until the age was done
    We then hit our teens and with life came
    Some responsibility but still lots of games.
    And so the twenty's were realized
    And we found we had to get organized.

    And before you knew it we hit the big three o!
    A party was had, the energy was glad, oh, what a show
    Before you knew it they were saying over the hill
     You hit the age of forty and had responsibility for all the bills
    Fifty crept up ever so slow
    But you wonder where did the years go?

    With 60 approaching you look back and see
    How fast the years went by, oh, you need more coffee
    70 flys by in a blink of an eye
    You just grin and kiss the years goodbye.
    Then 80 arrives with a blast
    With family around you wondering how long you will last.

    While the words may seem funny,
    Aging can truly be sunny
    Live your life and
    Let aging have its way
    Enjoy your life and keep smilin'
    The years will pass by that is for certain!

  15. every problem has a gift for you in its hands

  16. Struggles Come Your Way
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    Just because struggles come your way
    Doesn't mean it can ruin your day
    The good and the bad are a way of life
    Don't get down, move beyond the strife.

    We must live life, taking things in stride
    Helping each other, stoping any divide
    Life is better when we support and love
    And that is what's expected from above.

    You see we were given choices to make
    We are not robots, we are not fake
    So if you're faced with a trial or two
    Don't give up, let others help you through.

  17. What Is This Life
    Poet: W. H. Davies

    WHAT is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare?—
    No time to stand beneath the boughs,
    And stare as long as sheep and cows:

    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

    No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance:
    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began?

    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

  18. Everybody Is Lonesome
    Poet Unknown

    Way down deep within their hearts
    Everybody's lonesome;
    Far within their secret parts
    Everybody's lonesome.
    Makes no difference how they smile,
    How they live or what their style;
    Once in every little while
    Everybody's lonesome.

    People first in big affairs —
    Even they are lonesome.
    Maybe like to put on airs;
    Just the same, they're lonesome.
    Men for whom existence blends
    Every good; who gain all ends,
    Still reach out their hands for friends;
    Everybody's lonesome.

    Women, silk-clad, jeweled fine.
    Yes, they, too, are lonesome;
    When their gems the brightest shine.
    They are just as lonesome.
    Some must serve and some command.
    All still seek, with groping hand.
    Love, and friends who understand.
    Everybody's lonesome.

    Though your gift of friendship's small
    Everybody's lonesome.
    It may answer someone's call;
    Someone who is lonesome.
    Give, and give with might and main;
    Give your hands, and join the chain,
    And your gift will be your gain
    Some time, when you're lonesome.

  19. When Does Life Begin
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    Does life begin when you obtain more things?
    Or does life begin when you make big earnings?
    Does life begin when tomorrow dawns
    Or does tomorrow just make you yawn?

    The only life we have to live
    Is today, the day we have to give
    Don't wait for a certain thing
    For happiness to bring.

    Live each day and live it full
    Don't waste it and be a fool
    Begin each day and be thankful for
    All that the day has in store!

  20. life is meant to be lived each day

  21. Life Is For Livin
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    Life is meant to be lived each day
    Do our best in every way
    Set our goals and work towards
    The achievement and its rewards.

    We must always appreciate
    And take the time to initiate
    Relationships that are key to life
    To help us through daily strife.

    No sense worrying about what tomorrow holds
    Live today and see it unfold
    Be thankful for what we've been given
    Each day is a time for truly livin'!

  22. the things to be thankful for money can't buy

  23. What Are
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    What are the things you are thankful for?
    Do you focus on whether you're rich or poor;
    Or are you content or looking for more;
    Do you focus on material things;
    Do you think happiness they will bring;
    Do you focus on making more money;
    Does money bring you more of life's honey.

    What are the things you are thankful for?
    Is it "when this happens" tomorrow will be -
    I will be happier just wait and see.
    Do you miss the sunset and sunrise or do you see
    That time passed by because you are too busy.
    When family and friends call you on the phone
    You're too busy you say, with a groan.

    The things to be thankful for money can't buy
    Money and things just can't supply
    Be thankful for the simple things - just stop and see
    People who love you to every degree.
    The breathtaking sunset and the sunrise
    Can delight your eyes and give such a surprise.
    So take time and be thankful for the simple things
    Today they surround you and happiness they can bring.

  24. Only A Smile
    Poet: George McDonald

    Only a smile was given me
    On the crowded street one day,
    But it pierced the gloom of my saddened heart
    Like a sunbeam's ray.
    The shadows of doubt hung o'er me,
    And the burden of pain I bore,
    And the voice of hope I could not hear,
    Though I listened o'er and o'er.

    But there came a rift in the crowd about,
    And a face that I knew passed by,
    And the smile I caught was brighter to me
    Than the blue of a summer sky;
    For it gave me back the sunshine,
    And it scattered each somber thought,
    And my heart rejoiced in the kindly warmth
    Which that kindly smile had wrought.

    Only a smile from a kindly face
    On the busy street that day;
    Forgotten as soon as given, perhaps,
    As the donor went her way;
    But straight to my heart it went speeding
    To gild the clouds that were there,
    And I found that of sunshine and life's blue skies
    I also might take my share.

  25. We aren't content to have everything remain the same forever. Even if we think we want that, it's not possible.  Life happens, circumstances change, and we have to locate a boat and set out on a new adventure.  Colette Baron Reid, Uncharted

  26. Stress Relief
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    Stress can seem to compound
    Making it hard to rebound
    If we don't find relief
    It can fill us with such grief.

    You need to find a way
    To control stress before you go gray.
    It may be a simple thing
    Like taking a walk, or running.

    Life challenges need to be
    Put in perspective, so you can see
    Not all things have to be done
    You need some time to have some fun.

    Sometimes we just need to talk
    Or go with a friend for a walk
    Talking to others can get it off your chest
    Allowing you to move forward at your best.

    A question to ask yourself sometime
    "Will this matter in 5 years time?"
    If it does, then take action now
    And if not let it go somehow.

    The worse thing you can do
    Is to let stress overwhelm you
    Find relief, so you can proceed
    It will help you to succeed!

  27. appreciate the simple things in life

  28. Little Things
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2020

    Simple things are the little things
    Such happiness they can bring
    From watching a sunrise
    To giving a child a simple surprise.

    If we stop and look and see
    How simple things in life can be
    The best and happiest times
    During our life journey climb.

  29. Happy Times
    Poet: Kate Summers

    Holidays are meant to be
    Happy times for all to see
    The time may be a special occasion
    Or it may be a two week vacation.

    No matter what the holiday
    Whether at home or away
    Be sure to relax, fun to be had
    A time for all to be glad.

  30. Downsizing Means
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, 2015

    My previous life when I heard the term
    downsizing meant a turn for worse
    But now we are talking not about a job
    We are talking about a smaller home

    Letting go of space
    Letting go of material things
    Less room
    Will this be doom?

    But the benefits to me
    Less housework you see
    Lower heating costs
    And a cosizer house

    So now when I hear the term
    Downsizing means
    Living simply with
    The things that mean something to me!

  31. Red Geraniums
    by Martha Haskell Clark

    Life did not bring me silken gowns,
    Nor jewels for my hair,
    Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
    In distant countries fair,
    But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
    And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.

    The brambled cares of everyday,
    The tiny humdrum things,
    May bind my feet when they would stray,
    But still my heart has wings
    While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
    And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.

    And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
    The brightest and the best,
    But leave me lone my journey through,
    I’ll set my heart at rest,
    And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
    And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.

  32. When?
    Poet Unknown

    When fortune with a smiling face
    Strews roses on our way,
    When shall we stop to pick them up?
    Today, my love, today!
    But should she frown with face of care
    And speak of coming sorrow,
    When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?
    Tomorrow, love, tomorrow!

    If those who've wronged us own their fault.
    And kindly pity, pray
    When shall we listen and forgive?
    Today, my love, today!
    But if stern justice urge rebuke.
    And warmth from mem'ry borrow,
    When shall we chide, if chide we must?
    Tomorrow, love, tomorrow!

  33. Time Is Swift
    Poet: Unknown

    Pluck the rose while blooming;
    Now 'tis fresh and bright;
    Wait not till to-morrow;
    Time is swift in flight.

    Do thy deeds of kindness
    Ere to-morrow's light;
    What may come, we know not;
    Time is swift in flight.

    Would'st thou make life useful.
    Work before 'tis night;
    Else thou'lt be regretting.
    Time is swift in flight.

  34. Somehow Or Other
    Poet: Unknown

    Life is a burden to every one's shoulder
    None may escape from its troubles and care;
    Miss it in youth and 'twill come when we 're older,
    And fit us as close as the garments we wear.
    Sorrow comes into our home uninvited,
    Robbing our heart of its treasures of song;
    Lovers grow cold and our friendships are slighted,
    Yet somehow or other we worry along.

    Midst the sweet blossoms that smile on our faces
    Grow the rank weeds that would poison and blight;
    And e'en in the midst of earth's beautiful places
    There's always a something that isn't just right.
    Yet oft from the rock we may pick a gay flower,
    And drink from a spring in a desolate waste;
    They come to the heart as a heavenly dower,
    And nought is so sweet to the eye or the taste.

    Every-day toil is an every-day blessing,
    Though poverty's cottage and crust we may share;
    Weak is the back on which burdens are pressing,
    But stout is the heart which is strengthened by prayer.
    Somehow or other the pathway grows brighter
    Just when we mourned there was none to befriend;
    Hope in the heart makes the burden seem lighter,
    And somehow or other we get to the end.

  35. This Life Is What We Make It
    Poet: Maria Frink

    Let's oftener talk of noble deeds,
    And rarer of the bad ones,
    And sing about our happy days,
    And not about the sad ones.
    We are not made to fret and sigh,
    And when grief sleeps to wake it:
    Bright happiness is standing by -
    This life is what we make it.

    Let's find the sunny side of men,
    Or be believers in it;
    A light there is in every soul
    That takes the pains to win it.
    Oh! there's a slumbering good in all;
    And we perchance may wake it
    Our hands contain the magic wand -
    This life is what we make it.

    Then here's to those whose loving hearts
    Shed light and joy about them!
    Thanks be them for countless gems
    We ne'er had known without them.
    Oh! this should be a happy world
    To all who may partake it:
    The fault's our own if it is not -
    This life is what we make it.

  36. Through Life
    Poet: Unknown

    We slight the gifts that every season bears,
    And let them fall unheeded from our grasp,
    In our great eagerness to reach and clasp
    The promised treasure of the coming years;

    Or else we mourn some great good passed away,
    And, in the shadow of our grief shut in,
    Refuse the lesser good we yet might win,
    The offered peace and gladness of to-day.

    So through the chambers of our life we pass,
    And leave them one by one and never stay,
    Not knowing how much pleasantness there was
    In each, until the closing of the door
    Has sounded through the house and died away,
    And in our hearts we sigh, "Forevermore!"

  37. Live For Something
    Poet: Unknown

    Live for something, be not idle,
    Look about thee for employ,
    Sit not down to useless dreaming,--
    Labor is the sweetest joy.
    Folded hands are ever weary,
    Selfish hearts are never gay,
    Life for thee hath many duties,--
    Active be, then, whilst thou may.

    Scatter blessings in thy pathway!
    Gentle words and cheering smiles
    Better are than gold and silver,
    With their grief-dispelling wiles.
    As the pleasant sunshine falleth
    Ever on the grateful earth,
    So let sympathy and kindness
    Gladden well the darkened hearth.

    Hearts there are oppressed and weary,--
    Drop the tear of sympathy;
    Whisper words of hope and comfort;
    Give, and thy reward shall be
    Joy unto thy soul returning,
    From this perfect fountain-head;
    Freely, as thou freely givest,
    Shall the grateful light be shed.

  38. The Best Life
    Poet: Adelbert P. Caldwell

    He lives the best who never doth complain,
    Whether the passing days be filled with sun or rain;
    Who sows his deeds of love, and, patient, lives,
    Expecting not again the thing he gives;
    Who buries deep the Past - its pain, its tears -
    And bravely meets his Now, untrammeled by fears;

    Who lets his life so shine, e'en in the night,
    That wanderers distressed may see the Light;
    Who patiently toils on, though feet be sore;
    Whose home stands by the road with open door;
    Who smiles though down he sits to feast or crust -
    His faith in man sincere; in God his trust.

  39. The Sculptor-Boy
    Poet: W. C. Doane

    Chisel in hand stood a sculptor-boy,
    With his marble block before him;
    And his face lit up with a smile of joy
    As ah angel-dream passed o'er him.
    He carved that dream on the yielding stone
    With many a sharp incision;
    In Heaven's own light the sculptor shone -
    He had caught that angel-vision.

    Sculptors of life are we as we stand
    With our lives uncarved before us,
    Waiting the hour, when, at God's command,
    Our life-dream passes o'er us.
    Let us carve it, then, on the shielding stone.
    With many a sharp incision;
    Its heavenly beauty shall be our own -
    Our lives, that angel-vision.

  40. Life's Golden Goblet
    Poet: Nellie Olsen

    A golden goblet each man holds,
    Its contents energy,
    And how we use this rare wine molds
    Our endless destiny.

    No life so mean but holds this pow'r -
    Oh, wondrous, priceless draught!
    While hour by hour men ever pour
    It forth, and prize it not.

    Whatever way this vital force
    Is used, results obtain;
    For we may bring forth fruit perforce
    Of weeds or perfect grain.

    Some choose to spill this golden wine
    On fleeting things of time,
    Nor realize the gift's divine,
    And life a charge sublime.

    Then wisely pour the nectar forth;
    The greatest good secure
    From deeds that have the highest worth
    And ever shall endure.

    Seek not for deepest soul content
    From earthly sources, then,
    But let your choicest force be spent
    In doing good to men.

  41. Life
    Poet: C. W. Naylor

    What is life? 'Tis but a vapor
    That remains but one brief day;
    Though our hands are stretched to stay it,
    It must quickly pass away.
    Fleeting are its joys and gladness,
    Though we fain would hold them fast;
    Nothing lingers save a memory
    Of the things that now are past.

    Yet our life is what we make it,
    More than what our lot may be -
    Mild and gentle, sweet and loving,
    Like a sunbeam all may see;
    Or it may be hard and bitter,
    Filled with envy, hate, and woe,
    Seeking only vain self-glory,
    As we tread our path below.

    If our motive be to lighten
    Other souls oppressed by care,
    We shall find that our own burdens
    Are made easier to bear.
    If to shed on those around us,
    Gleams of hope to cheer them on,
    We behold those rays, reflected,
    Turn our darkness into dawn.

    Life is not a dream of fancy,
    Not a worthless stretch of years
    To be squandered in our folly,
    Then to end in bitter tears;
    But a time for earnest striving
    For the right, the good, the true,
    Helping every one around us,
    Cheering hearts our journey through.
    Life is full of deepest meaning,
    Hidden 'neath the gilded dross;
    But its depth is only fathomed
    In the shadow of the Cross.
    Could we feel that every action,
    Every thought and word, would be
    Witness for or 'gainst our spirits
    Throughout all eternity;

    Could we realize the weight of
    Each day's work for good or bad, -
    Would our consciences acquit us?
    Would the knowledge make us glad?
    Or that voice within the bosom,
    Would it speak but to condemn
    For the life and the example
    Lived before our fellow men?

    Life means much, and could we value
    Every moment as it speeds
    On so quickly past recalling,
    Would we spend in evil deeds
    Days and months to us so precious,
    Time we can not value now
    As we shall when life is ebbing-,
    And death's dew is on our brow?

    When we near that dark, cold river,
    Shall we look back with regret
    On a life far worse than wasted,
    That we wish we might forget?
    Noble deeds and brave endeavor
    Bring no pangs in coming days;
    Evil has its own requital;
    Folly ends in sorrow's ways.

    Life is more than mere existing,
    Drifting aimlessly along,
    Yielding to each flitting fancy,
    Whether it be right or wrong;
    We are building, daily building
    For the ages that shall be,
    And the structure we are rearing
    Shall abide eternally.

    'Tis our future selves we're building,
    And our work will surely stand
    Through unceasing ages ever,
    Whether it be vile or grand;
    Build, then, wisely for tomorrow:
    With today thy work is done;
    Haste thou, lest the good intended,
    At the eve be not begun.

  42. How To Live
    Poet: Horatius Bonar

    He liveth long who liveth well;
    All other life is short and vain:
    He liveth longest who can tell
    Of living most for heavenly gain.

    He liveth long who liveth well;
    All else is being flung away:
    He liveth longest who can tell
    Of true things truly done each day.

    Waste not thy being; back to Him
    Who freely gave it, freely give:
    Else is that being but a dream;
    'Tis but to be, and not to live.

    Be what thou seemest; live thy creed;
    Hold up to earth the torch divine;
    Be what thou prayest to be made;
    Let the great Master's steps be thine.

    Fill up each hour with what will last;
    Buy up the moments as they go:
    The life above, when this is past,
    Is the ripe fruit of life below.

    Sow truth, if thou the true wouldst reap;
    Who sows the false shall reap the vain;
    Erect and sound thy conscience keep;
    From hollow words and deeds refrain.

    Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;
    Sow peace, and reap its harvests bright;
    Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,
    And find a harvest-home of light.

  43. Only A Moment
    Poet: P. B. Davis

    Only one little moment;
    All our work to be done -
    Sheaves of a life-time gathered,
    Victories lost or won.

    No time to be standing idle;
    No time to be gazing back
    To the flowers we leave ungathered-
    We can not retrace the track.

    No time for vain repining
    O'er battles we have lost;
    Nor after every conquest
    To sit and count the cost.

    No time for idle dreaming
    Of victories to be won,
    Of pleasures that may greet us
    When the moment's work is done.

    No time for hate and malice;
    No time for idle strife
    We've only just a moment
    In which to live a life.

    Only one little moment;
    All our work to be done -
    Sheaves of a life-time gathered,
    Victories lost or won.

  44. The Happy Life
    Poet: Thomas Campion

    The man of life upright,
    Whose guiltless heart is free
    From all dishonest deeds,
    Or thought of vanity;

    The man whose silent days
    In harmless joys are spent,
    Whom hopes cannot delude,
    Nor sorrow discontent, -

    That man needs neither towers
    Nor armour for defence.
    Nor secret vaults to fly
    From thunder's violence:

    He only can behold
    With unaffrighted eyes
    The horrors of the deep
    And terrors of the skies.

    Thus, scorning all the cares
    That fate or fortune brings,
    He makes the heaven his book,
    His wisdom heavenly things:

    Good thoughts his only friends,
    His wealth a well-spent age,
    The earth his sober inn
    And quiet pilgrimage.

  45. Life As A School
    Poet: Maltbie Davenport Babcock

    Lord, let me make this rule
    To think of life as school,
    And try my best
    To stand each test,
    And do my work,
    And nothing shirk.

    Should some one else outshine
    This dullard head of mine,
    Should I be sad?
    I will be glad,
    To do my best
    Is Thy behest.

    Some day the bell will sound,
    Some day my heart will bound,
    As with a shout
    That school is out,
    And lessons done,
    I homeward run.

  46. Real Life
    Poet: James Freeman Clarke

    To know that there are some souls, hearts and minds,
    Here and there who trust us and whom we trust:
    Some who know us and whom we know:
    Some on whom we can always rely and
    Who always rely upon us,
    Makes a paradise of this great world:
    This makes our life really life.

  47. It's Life
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest

    If your plans go wrong, as they sometimes will,
    And the hours seem long as you climb the hill;
    Remember, my friend, 'tis a part you play.
    You'll find in the end a brighter day.
    It's life.

    If a heart grows cold that warmed to you.
    And a friend you hold to be staunch and true
    Has faithless turned, take heart, my friend,
    'Tis a lesson learned. With a bitter end.
    It's life.

    You may win great fame and wealth today;
    Or taste of shame and deep dismay.
    You may lose or gain, may rise or fall,
    Both joy and pain must come to all.
    It's life.

    For every smile there is a tear;
    For every mile both hope and fear;
    When some are gay some must be sad;
    Along our way are good and bad.
    It's life.

    Whate'er may be your share of woe,
    Next day may see you come to know
    A joyful heart and perfect rest;
    So play your part and do your best.
    It's life.

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