Life is a jest; <br /> Take the delight of it. <br />Laughter is best; <br /> Sing through the night of it. <br />Swiftly the tear <br /> And the hurt and the ache of it <br />Find us down here; <br /> Life must be what we make of it. <br /> <br />Life is a song; <br /> Let us dance to the thrill of it. <br />Grief's hours are long, <br /> And cold is the chill of it. <br />Joy is man's need; <br /> Let us smile for the sake of it. <br />This be our creed: <br /> Life must be what we make of it. <br /> <br />Life is a soul; <br /> The virtue and vice of it. <br />Strife for a goal, <br /> And man's strength is the price of it. <br />Your life and mine, <br /> The bare bread and the cake of it, <br />End in this line: <br /> Life must be what we make of it.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-1964/
