I've given my time to the children who came; together we've romped and
we've played,
And I wouldn't exchange the glad hours spent with them for the money that
I might have made.
I chose to be known and be loved by the few, and was deaf to the plaudits
of men;
And I'd make the same choice should the chance come to me to live my life
over again.
I've lived with my friends and I've shared in their joys, known sorrow with
all of its tears;
I have harvested much from my acres of life, though some say I've
squandered my years.
For much that is fine has been mine to enjoy, and I think I have lived to
my best,
And I have no regret, as I'm nearing the end, for the gold that I might
have possessed.
God Made This Day for Me
Jes' the sort o' weather and jes' the sort of sky
Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin' by
On a sea o' smooth blue water. Oh, I ain't an egotist,
With an "I" in all my thinkin', but I'm willin' to insist
That the Lord who made us humans an' the birds in every tree
Knows my special sort o' weather an' he made this day fer me.
This is jes' my style o' weather--sunshine floodin' all the place,
An' the breezes from the eastward blowin' gently on my face;
An' the woods chock full o' singin' till you'd think birds never had
A single care to fret 'em or a grief to make 'em sad.
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