WE can only live once; and death's terrors With life's bowers and roses entwine, And our lives would be darkened by errors Did we even, like cats, possess nine! They would be, perhaps, all of them wasted, And recklessly squandered away, And not half of the joys would be tasted That one life can embrace in a day. Let the lives that we live be worth living; Let the days that we spend be well spent; Let us save for the pleasure of giving, And not borrow at fifty per cent; Let us never cease loving and learning, And use life for its noblest of ends; Then when dust to its dust is returning, We shall live in the hearts of our friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG |