no one could tell how long the time
so better not waste it into a haze.
days are still dear and sublime,
life might be fast but not a race.

so treasure each and waking hour
thank the Lord for new daylight.
live again to work and scour
each day you will learn if you might.

it could be filled with twists and trouble,
but it’s known to the victors and the blest;
though might you gain some limp and hobble. ...