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Life is a gift to be used every day,
Not to be smothered and hidden away;
It isn't a thing to be stored in the
Where you gather your keepsakes and treasure your best;
It isn't a joy to be sipped now and
And promptly put back in a dark place again.
Life is a gift that the humblest may boast
And one that the humblest may well make the most of.
Get out and live it each hour of the day,
Wear it and use it as much as you may;
Don't keep it in niches and corners and grooves,
You'll find that in service its beauty improves.
Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 – 5 August 1959) was a British-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and b
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