Only A Moment
By P. B. Davis
Only one little moment;
All our work to be done –
Sheaves of a life-time gathered,
Victories lost or won.
No time to be standing idle;
No time to be gazing back
To the flowers we leave ungathered-
We can not retrace the track.
No time for vain repining
O’er battles we have lost;
Nor after every conquest
To sit and count the cost.
No time for idle dreaming
Of victories to be won,
Of pleasures that may greet us
When the moment’s work is done.
No time for hate and malice;
No time for idle strife
We’ve only just a moment
In which to live a life.
Only one little moment;
All our work to be done –
Sheaves of a life-time gathered,
Victories lost or won.
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