"Every man dies. Not every man lives." William Wallace
WASTE NOT
All the splendid colors I've seen
All the warm fresh air I breathed
All the vigorous chill I felt
Waiting for the snow to melt
All the spring flowers I have viewed
Things I could, not just what I should
All the summer's vacation spots
What I did, and not did not
I've thought of death from time to time
But mostly it was quite sublime
I have a plateful of life to taste
A not a precious moment to waste
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