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Show THE BEST OF LIFE - - By Bernard Moore What part of Life be the best of it Youth-time, or prime, or the rest of it? Now I be old and look back along Where runs the twisty old track along, Clearly I mind all the turns of it, An' tells what a traveler learns of it. Boy's joys ran through a year or two, Lad's love brought me a tear or two, Man's strength swelled out my pride a bit, Old age bids me to bide a bit. Many mad plans I've gone whizzy with, Many keen schemes I've been busy with, ijfj!; Many good moments I've bought myself, Ail' many times just a fool thought myself. Some things I could but wouldn't do, An' others I would but couldn't do; Now I'm too old I'm regrettin' 'em, An' know I'd be better forgettln' 'em. , " Which part of Life be the best of it Youth-time or prime, or the rest of it? All I can say from the test of 'em One thing be sure, make the best of 'em. The New Witness. |