It’s so easy to dream of the days gone by, so hard to think of the times to come.

The Grace to accept every moment as a gift is a gift that is given to some.

What can we do with our days but work and hope?  Let your dreams bind your work with your play.

What can you do with each moment of your life, but love ’till you’ve loved it away?

Love ’till you’ve loved it away.

 

There are sorrows enough for the whole world’s end, there are no guarantees but the grave.

This life that we live and the times that we spend are treasures too precious to save.

What can we do with our days but work and hope?  Let your dreams bind your work with your play.

What can you do with each moment of your life, but love ’till you’ve loved it away?

Love ’till you’ve loved it away.

 

-Bob Franke