When oft and on my bed I lay

I think about this passing day.

Was it good, was it bad,

Was I happy, was I sad?

Growing old is not much fun,

And yet it comes to everyone.

Make new friends but keep the old,

The new are silver, the old are gold.

To do one's best is all we ask,

Life's that way, it is a task.

If I could gather everyone,

Upon this earth, beneath our sun.

I would say to one and all,

A smile costs nothing but

Gives so much, it can't be

Bought, begged, borrowed or stolen.

It has no value until given away,

To do good is my religion. By Lloyd Egerton

Lever Edge Lane, Bolton

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