I count each day a little life, <br /> With birth and death complete; <br />I cloister it from care and strife <br /> And keep it sane and sweet. <br /> <br />With eager eyes I greet the morn, <br /> Exultant as a boy, <br />Knowing that I am newly born <br /> To wonder and to joy. <br /> <br />And when the sunset splendours wane <br /> And ripe for rest am I, <br />Knowing that I will live again, <br /> Exultantly I die. <br /> <br />O that all Life were but a Day <br /> Sunny and sweet and sane! <br />And that at Even I might say: <br /> "I sleep to wake again."<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-day-a-life/
