LIVING...

                                       To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it;

                                       To woo and tempt and court a bliss - and not attain it;

                                       To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly,

                                       Lest it become necessity and cling too tightly;

                                       To watch the sun set in the west without regretting;

                                       To hail its advent in the east - the night forgetting;

                                       To smother care in happiness and grief in laughter;

                                       To hold the present close - not questioning hereafter;

                                       To have enough to share - to know the joy of giving;

                                       To thrill with all the sweets of life - is living.

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I wish I'd written that.  Great, isn't it?  The sort of thing Rudyard Kipling would've written - when he wasn't making all those exceedingly good cakes of his, that is.