A life must never be a box
One's holding almost thrilled
But closed, with candies filled,
When key's at hand to open locks.
The comfort of the well-worn path
May keep one from the new
Where lies the golden dew,
While sparing but a little wrath.
When stranger of the moment knocks
And has another's trust,
To shake his hand's a must,
For worlds a greeting thus unlocks.
When we have ceased our earthly stay,
May it be widely said
And on our tombstones read,
That here lies one who seized the day.
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