A LITTLE MORE TIRED at the close of day, A little more anxious to have our way, A little less ready to scold and blame, A little more care for a brother's name; And so we are nearing the journey's end, Where time and eternity meet and blend. A little less care for bonds or gold, A little more zeal for the days of old; A broader view and a saner mind, And a little more love for all mankind; And so we are faring down the way That leads to the gates of a better day. A little more love for the friends of youth, A little more zeal for established truth, A little more charity in our views, A little less thirst for the daily news; And so we are folding our tents away And passing in silence at close of day. A little more leisure to sit and dream, A little more real the things unseen, A little nearer to those ahead, With visions of those long loved and dead; And so we are going where all must go -- To the place the living may never know. A little more laughter, a few more tears, And we shall have told our increasing years. The book is closed and the prayers are said, And we are part of the countless dead; Thrice happy, then, if some soul can say, "I live because of their help on the way." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE |