Shall profit grant me mere upon release,
A living testament to living lives;
Shall profit take me even when they cease;
For living life as living life survives?
As second over living second, thrives
The lift of life as only life could lift;
Each passing hour, every second strives,
As second, hour, and year, would pass as swift.
So do we drift through time as time would drift,
Depriving all of what it may deprive:
So lacking lustre as privation’s gift–
The merest that the merest would survive.
Then strive we only now to own life’s lease,
Alive until our living would increase!
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