I wrote this poem when I was 16 so cut me some slack. Enjoy.
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“To live” said he to her,
“With fam’ly ’round the hearth;
To live with children throughout the year
On a green and God-blessed earth.
To live a whole life long
In security and peace;
To spend our life among
A home where worries cease;
To catch each fleeting breath
And live it to its brim;
To have before my death
A life not cold and dim.”
Two sailors sat and talked
Below a gusty storm:
“Since first I learned to walk,
I’ve sailed the oceans form;
So long I’ve sailed her deep, blue folds
That I live to hear the breeze;
I live to see the morning gold,
And each scintil when she flees;
I live to see my sailor mates;
I live – for ’twas my father’s dream
For me to have a sailor’s traits;
I live it, though hard it seem.”
Two nurses sat at end of day
Resting their tired hands:
“Now for many years we’ve mock’d today,
Each day the same demands;
Helping sick children from morn ’til night
To live for one more day.
For twenty years I’ve lived this plight –
I’m living my life away;
I live my days caring for sick,
Healing their wounds, easing their pains;
I’ve lived my whole life long so quick –
I couldn’t ever think to change.”
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“To love” said he to her,
“With fam’ly ’round the hearth;
To love with children throughout the year
On a green and God-blessed earth.
To love a whole life long
In security and peace;
To spend our love among
A home where worries cease;
To catch each fleeting breath
And love it to its brim;
To have before my death
A love not cold and dim.”
Said t’other ‘neath that gusty storm:
“Since first I learned to walk,
I’ve sailed the oceans form;
So long I’ve sailed her deep, blue folds
That I love to hear the breeze;
I love to see the morning gold,
And each scintil when she flees;
I love to see my sailor mates;
I love – for ’twas my father’s dream
For me to have a sailor’s traits;
I love it, though hard it seem.”
Said t’other, resting her tired hands:
“Now for many years we’ve mock’d today,
Each day the same demands;
Helping sick children from morn ’til night
To love for one more day.
For twenty years I’ve loved this plight –
I’m loving my life away;
I love my days caring for sick,
Healing their wounds, easing their pains;
I’ve oived my whole life long so quick –
I wouldn’t ever think to change.”
When contrasting these three pairs,
The differences are few;
But one disparity is there
Of which we will review;
A little change from selfish I
To an O – denoting others -,
A life does beautify.
Best exemplified by mothers.
Many have set their mind –
They can be counted by the drove –
That loving to live is fine,
While others are living to love.