Time is not measured by the years that you live,

But by the deeds that you do and the joy that you give.

And each day as it comes brings a chance to each one,

To love to the fullest, leaving nothing undone,

That would brighten the life or lighten the load,

Of some weary traveller lost on life's road.

So what does it matter how long we may live,

If as long as we live, we unselfishly give?