An old man was sitting all alone
Humming a tune at a soft, low tone.
His face was wrinkled, his hair was white,
And yet his eyes seemed so new and bright.
His eyes had seen many times my age
But yet kept the twinkle of a sage.
There was something about his face
That simply made me gaze and gaze.
"I will sit down with you," I said.
"Tell me something for kindness sake.
How have you kept the joy still in your eyes?
Please share the secret that will make me wise."
His words have remained etched in my mind.
They are sayings of the wisest kind.
"ALL THAT COMES I MAKE THE MOST OF IT.
ALL THAT GOES I MAKE THE LEAST OF IT."