Life Is Worth The Living Poem by Walter Hampson

When you're hands are growing shaky,
And your hair is growing grey,
And your eyes are growing dimmer,
As the swift years pass away;
When the flowers of life are fading,
And your heart is sad the while,
Still, life is worth the living,
Greet each morrow with a smile.

When your friends are fast departing,
And the dearest ones have gone,
And you feel you’ll soon be living
In the wide, wide world alone;
Don’t waste your time repining,
But mingle with the throng,
For life is still worth living,
So sing a cheery song.

When those for whom you’ve laboured,
Sting your soul with grief and pain;
And something seems to tell you
That you’ve spent your life in vain;
Strive on and be not tempted
From the good work you’ve begun;
Remember God keeps records of
All the noble work that’s done.

If you’ve laboured in life’s spring-time
‘Midst the sunshine and the rain,
The autumn will not fail to bring
The fruitage and the grain;
Though the harvest may not come to you
On this side of the grave;
Still the world will be the richer
For the labour which you gave.