A short poem
Life is a jest;
Take the delight in it.Laugher is the best; S
ing through the night of it.
Swiftly the tear And the hurt and the ache of it.
Find us down here;
Life must be what we make of it.Life is a song;
Dance to the thrill of it.
Grief's hours are long, And cold is the chill of it.
Joy is One's need;
Let us smile for the sake of it.
This be our creed: Life must be what we make of it.
Life is soul;
The virtue and vice of it,Strife for a Goal, And One's strength is the price of it.
Your life and Mine, The bare bread and the cake of i
tEnd in this line: Life must be what we make of it.
~Edgar A. Guest
