Geneva Ryals Stuart

Life

Did you ever stop to think,
What ones life doeth mean to him.
Some people take things easy,
I guess there isn't nothing to worry them
You may compare it with many things,
But I had rather say.
It is like a little pebel,
Drifting down a lonely stream.
Some go hard and other easy,
Some may go just like a dream.

Did you ever compare life with a flower,
That bloometh from day to day.
Of its color and its beauty,
That tells more than I can say.
It stands there with its face uplifted,
To the glory of the sun.
And we all look at it smiling,
Because of it's love we have won.
One day we looked back,
And its beauty was gone.
The petals were faded, and fallen,
We discovered something was wrong.

Did you ever think of life in youth,
Materity and old age.
And as we read one life through,
We turn it page by page.
When in youth all is bright happiness comes
Just like a flower in its glow.
Or youth is like a pebel in its stream,
It may drift easy or slow.
Materity is what one makes it,
Surely in our lives, some deed, some task,
is left undone.

Did you ever wonder, what place in life,
You were left to till?
And as we think things over,
Is there something for us to do still?
If it's nothing but a kind deed,
Lightened by a loving smile.
We can at last help someone,
Make them happy for a while.
Let me now hear you express your opinion
Of life in some way.
Maybe one of us will hit it,
And that hit will always stay.