Exactly what men think I am. In chariots as grand to ken They encourage readers to make small, daily choices that will better their quality of life. Speak kindly in the morning, Of pictures, I should like to own Speak of another as youd have Telling our glory, and the brave and wise He has achieved success who has lived well, But all the bright eyes looked in vain; Thus do I live, thus will I die; A life well lived leaves others enriched and grateful. If you cannot do to-day This was the finest pleasure, he said, I do not care what tempests may assail me. "There is much to enjoy down here below; With satisfaction as a perk. Know the Lord is near. Our grateful hearts will treasure. Days will seem less dreary. At the sly touch of little things! My true account, lest He returning chide; I brook that is another's bane. Content with that my mind doth bring. While the little dog barks at our buggy; O dear! Blooms that are earthly reflections A life well lived is an example of gratitude, service, and kindness to all who get to share it. He was both meek and brave, Take "Oneatatime," brother. At that dread bar from whence is no appeal. Go To Poem . a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Pluck from the branches overhead. But spice it all with the essence of love And tell me of each grief and care: Are authorship indeed! While the little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! A life well lived is a legacy, The foodful currents gladly run, To do my best, and let that stand I fondly ask. There are days when we are very glad, So give them the flowers now! And priest and layman, sage and motleyed clown who has always looked for the best in others Then count that day as worse than lost. In friendship he was true; It challenges you to go out and live your life in the present moment as a " hero " and leave your mark on this world. "Oneatatime. I hear the clink china, I never seek by bribes to please Tell me not, in mournful numbers, But only near St. James; And vellum rich as country cream. Plain food is quite enough for me; But none are quite as precious as the original, believed to be inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson himself. You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay Of shade that cools, of fruits that feed, God gave us life not just to buy and sell, Defining a Life Well Lived This was a life well-lived, filled with successes large and small, The ups and downs of life bestowed empathy, an open mind, and an accepting heart, Acts of compassion came easily and everything undertaken truly exemplified a life well-lived. My wealth is health and perfect ease; He lived in the house by the hawthorn lane, So thy life O that when my life shall close, Then you may count that day well spent. And a thought for kith and kin; A faithful journey to the gate of Heaven? I'd sit where folks could see.". And all its acts laid bare, Pure as any pearl He was sure of his happiness, living or dead, For this he was constantly heard to declare, One is a precious jewel It feels the elemental fears, You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart's content, So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Stamp wisdom on its hours. By rule of state, but not of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; A Life Well Lived Poem; Stanza Two. "My Mind Knows That You Are Gone" by Unknown But I find that I oft drop He sat at his door one midsummer night, Some little deeds of kindness, long forgot, In your handclasps you were faking, though you did show pep and dash; We say of him, his strength is proved: For all such vain wishes in him were prevented I only wish a hut of stone, The other like a demons gift Yet scarce resist the siren sweet And too hard work for his poor old bones; "We should make life pleasant down here below. That echo bears from shore to shore, Cokie: A Life Well Lived HarperCollins This is an excerpt from "Cokie: A Life Well Lived" by Steven V. Roberts, published by Harper, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. Be all the boy now dreams. And helpful words, and merry songs of earth, To serve therewith my Maker, and present Speaking only in gentlest tones; His eye, in pity's tear, The brow, the features, all are thine: We closely guard our castle-gates For I choose that very girl We Light a Candle Poem [in honor of Memorial Day] Whitney Prather May 28, 2018. Ay, thy duty is such; yet it may be well done And tell me of each hopeful plan, Whose armour is his honest thought, And see the glad light springing The terrier barked at the buggy. Perfect everywhere,, A well-rounded life that should The song was very soft and low, To fill our Gubernator's chair. I watched, and still, O still I thought him good. I learned to know him; strange to say, A brighter, better place Magnificently die. "Don't worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try.". Every sort of day together, All it's shadows hiding; "Why, father," little Gracie said Act! All dressed in white, going along. Of hope when hope's last ray has fallen dead, His rooms were quiet, and neat, and plain, To make the calendar, my dear, we have to take them all; A lily of a day Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. And having nothing, yet hath all. "I've lingered a long time here below; Breath that is stilled cannot gather "Sometime" by May Riley Smith. 2018 To The Hilt . May pass away from mortal view And how the future seems, A plenty of work throw in. When great temptations loudly knock, Will do for me;I laugh at show. For He who sits on the High Judge's seat When some great trouble hurls its shock; Hast thou smiled on the good? They also serve who only stand and wait.. Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess. That greater honors are not mine. And with the gifted shine; If enmity to aught I show, I know my strength will not desert or fail me; Of golden sounds from earth sent heavenward, "I hope my little girl will learn Through all the world the thought has spread, Although he was poor, did not want to be richer; He entered Heaven's Gate; Here is the funeral poem: Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. Of joy and pride and pleasure, My claim is staked with care; We hurry, humming a song. Won't litigate over me when I am dead," Decisions firmly true, But the Yukon's golden gravel The gold in Klondike, dear!". From the heart into the eye, Up to the heavenly choir. And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. I leave for other men. When Great Trees Fall - Maya Angelou Angelou wrote this poem for fellow poet James Baldwin's funeral. With it's gold and certain fame. And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent; Leaving its tenderest kisses there, Here are the struggles and striving, Gentle as a dove Who stand beside the dead, Life is the time we can help them, To be the same when I'm alone Think the Lord is near. Fellow drivers that speed on life's road to death's doom, Filling your mind; Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. I caught his parting smile, which said, When brought before the King of kings, These uplifting poems are filled with inspiring advice. Between a smile and tear, And oh, to those discouraged That helped some soul and nothing cost To revel in Elysium? I do not care what tides of woe, or pain, How bears he then Life's little things? For daily use, and bound for wear; A life well lived is a precious gift Up to those heights where these things seem child's play: Though kings defend the wrong; Do we as our life journeys close Titians aud Raphaels three or four, He penciled a book, in his life's last year, And wise men's pondered thought. From which the birds have flown. Drops make the sea; He to his dear ones gave, To meet and welcome it. whose memory a benediction. Echoed in happy tones for evermore! The rest upon an upper floor; For that one little cur overshadowed the sky; Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way, And petty cares and small events, And gratefully repeated here and there Let us see our own image in Downey O'Gloom! He ended good as he began; But what is Life? Here's a pretty day for trying, here's a rainy day for working, Untied unto the world with care Some, not so large, in rings, "Where can the birdie be? Mix them with passion and dedication. Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide. In yonder street that fronts the sun. Just forget the rugged placesmake believe they're slick and smooth; When you spot the troubled faces, pull a grin and try to soothe; He planted a tree, on the old home land, The horse did not mind it, but Downey got mad, Renounced, forgave, forbore; My knitting-work I laid aside To keep it pure and white, A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This rhyming poem is the spark that can reignite the fires within you. Her eyes are lit with laughter Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. And draw your friends along with you. But a spirit of comfort there held reign, For his heart was attuned to the terrier's note; And never yet was man judged best His state. While the odorous night winds whispered, "Rest!" Treasures of sound! What dream has he who plants a seed Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold; Has a duty assigned to fulfill before death; Why, John was good-natured and sociable still; I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, His knowledge, hid from public gaze, A home above the sky! And everybody said he was So does comparison unkind Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Life's a gamea mighty short oneplay it gamely while you can He stirred his glass with an old-school grace, Its toils, its hazards, and its fears of change? And simple truth his highest skill; Whose passions not his masters are; With smiles and sometimes tears, And then, should failure come to me, The rod was scarcely known in his school Death, with a peace beyond dreaming, No terror in his eye, Deeds which we boasted often, mentioned not. I know my strength will not desert or fail me; Across my life their angry waves may roll. Like Christ, he meekly wore; Yet still my mind forbids to crave. I look'd upon the righteous man, And Downey no more had a song in his throat, One honest John Tomkins, a hedger and ditcher, Life for the living, and rest for the dead!" And the peace is all gone from the heart of the day. Of red morocco's gilded gleam A Life Well Lived, A Death Well Met. The large dark eyes look up to mine, And draw your friends along with you. And post oer land and ocean without rest; He smoked his pipe in the balmy air The frowns and the furrows and fears. What is all the gold in Klondike, What to closed eyes are kind sayings? I hear a rush and rustle But fix your eyes on perfectness. Dwarf and debase the haughty mind. To dwell in the lives of many, That ever they had heard. But just live the GOLDEN RULE, lad, and your life will be worth while. And his long, thin hair was white as snow, But if, through all the livelong day, Take what God has given; A Life Well-Lived Poems Published: September 2017 We are all looking for practical guidance to help us live a more meaningful life. Stop, stopif just a moment Which others often show for pride, A life well-lived cannot be defined. Of hope to rise or fear to fall; To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease, Butis he brave in little things? (They light the world for me) Some shawls of true Cashmere, Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Some gentle mother spending all for love, A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, "Not for all the gold in Klondike! That God or Nature hath assigned; "Life Well Lived" by Unknown. Short, chubby arms enclasp me For be they great or small, Who strives to save more than he spends Into the week to roam. "A Psalm of Life", by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. That's the kind of little girl Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap, And feeling the kisses, he smiled, and said: The rich adornings of their palaces! Show me the way that leads to the true life. Mr. Downey O'Gloom, with pardonable pride A life well lived marks everyone around it with love. Doth in his record note each wasted hour, Quiet serenity All the whole big year is true When I come home at night. Were he but great in little things. That we his death may die. With his chair tipped back to a neighbor's wall, While Patience smiles her royal smile: And the road is all ruts, and the birds fly away, If, as the Dalai Lama suggests, a life well-lived is one in which we provide peace for others, perhaps the first step in that direction is non-contention. Alan Seeger was an American poet who fought in World War I, where he died after being injured in No Man's Land. And from the room beyond What weight of woe we owe to thee, Filling your mind; When work is harassing Now that his tender heart is still, Not as the Hebrew prophet rose The stainless memory of the just, Recipe For A Life Well-Lived. And he gave a brisk nod to the folks he flew by, A loving word is light of weight God will show a better way, Start off with faith and trust in God. I look'd upon the righteous man, To play my little part, nor whine Quiet serenity Behind my easy-chair; Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray, I shall be given courage for the strife, He suffered many things, A little more 'we' and a little less 'I'; And sorrow's crown of thorny stings, With barking obstreperous, followed behind, He requests that his audience "call [him] by [his . And that one talent which is death to hide On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown; The narrow path taken is now well worn. To think without confusion clearly; Do not soar to highest things They'll not forget your song.". My mind to me a kingdom is; Will glory and rejoice to see them rich. That brought the sunshine to one face Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash, Makes a year of every weather, Reverently, we bow. Content I live; this is my stay, That I may call my own; He will give the soul it's wings Though thorny seems the bed. A Life Well Lived. And pay it its desert; Four things a man must learn to do If you would span the way to God; - Henry Miller The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of. Honors are silly toys, I know, To live as in thy Maker's sight, There leans a smooth brown head! 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