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A little more tired at the close of day,
A little less anxious to have our way;
A little less anxious to scold and blame,
A little more care for a brother's name;
And so we are nearing the journey's end,
Where Time and Eternity meet and blend.
A little less care for bonds and gold,
A little more zest in the days of old;
A broader view and a saner mind,
And a little more love for all mankind;
And so we are faring adown the way
That leads to the gates of a better day.
A little more love for the friends of youth,
A little less zest for established truth;
A little more charity in our views,
A little less thirst for the daily news;
And so we are folding our tents' away
And passing in silence, at close of day.
A little more leisure to sit and dream,
A little more real the things unseen;
A little nearer to those ahead,
With visions of those long-loved and dead;
And so we are going, where all must go,
To the place the living may never know.
A little more laughter, a few more tears,
And we shall have told our increasing years;
The book is closed, and the prayers are said,
And we are a part of the countless dead.
Thrice happy, if then some soul can say,
"I live because he has passed my way."
Cory Sigler
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