When I think of where my get up and go has been. But sometimes I wonder as I go to bed. My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes on a shelf until I get up. Ere, sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself, Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf. The moral is, as this tale we unfold, That for you and me who are growing old, It's better to say I'm fine with a grin, Than to let them know the shape we're in.
Life is so precious, fragile and short.
Often we don't realize what is really important in life until we are faced with losing someone special. The passing of another should cause us to pause and reflect on our own state. I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. I am a member. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is.