A Special PoemTo Harold W. Richards
We Believe It Is Really Harold
like to think, when life is done that I had filled some needed post
That here and there I'd paid my fare with something more than idle boast.
That I had taken gifts divine,
the breath of life and manhood fine,
and tried to use them now and then in service for my fellow man.
I'd hate to think when life is through,
that I had lived my round of years a useless time,
that leaves behind no record in this veil of tears.
That I had wasted all my days,
by turning only selfish ways.
And that this world would be the same,
if it had never heard my name.
I'd like to think when life is done,
that here and there
there shall remain,
a happier spot,
which might have not existed had I toiled for gain.
That someone's cheery voice and smile,
shall prove that I had been worthwhile.
That I had faith with something fine,
my debt to God for life divine."