Each Day And Night

Time is not an article
... That we can tuck
away... Time is not a
bank account ... Aganst
a rainy day ... It is some-
thing we must spend ...
As soon as it is here...
Every minute of the day
... Every month and year
... Time is precious, time
is short... Every second
counts... Just as much
as every pound ... Is
measured by the ounce
... Let us use it wisely
now ... In everything we
do ... Let us be intelli-
gent ... Dependable and
true ... Let us spend each
hour so ... That no one
will forget ... Let us live
it worthily ... Without
the least regret.


James J. Metcalfe

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This poem was cut from the newspaper in St.Paul Mn; 1950,
and sent to me by R. Wendel.