Just Think!

Just Think!

Just Think

Just think! Some night the stars will gleam,

Upon a cold Grey stone,

And trace a name with a silver beam,

And lo! Twill be your own.

That night is speeding on to greet

Your epitaphic rhyme.

Your life is but a little beat

Within the heart of Time.

A little gain, a little pain,

A laugh, lest you may moan;

A little blame, a little fame,

A star-gleam on a stone.

Another one taken from a book called Rhymes of a Rolling stone by Robert.W.Service dated January 1913.

It may be old but it still makes sense to me.

Thanks again to uncle Billy for sharing it with us all.