<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373614" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life's Slacker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The saddest sort of death to die<br>Would be to quit the game called life<br>And know, beneath the gentle sky,<br>You'd lived a slacker in the strife.<br>That nothing men on earth would find<br>To mark the spot that you had filled;<br>That you must go and leave behind<br>No patch of soil your hands had tilled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know no greater shame than this:<br>To feel that yours were empty years;<br>That after death no man would miss<br>Your presence in this vale of tears;<br>That you had breathed the fragrant air<br>And sat by kindly fires that burn,<br>And in earth's riches had a share<br>But gave no labor in return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet some men die this way, nor care:<br>They enter and they leave life's door<br>And at the end, their record's bare—<br>The world's no better than before.<br>A few false tears are shed, and then,<br>In busy service, they're forgot.<br>We have no time to mourn for men<br>Who lived on earth but served it not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man in perfect peace to die<br>Must leave some mark of toil behind,<br>Some building towering to the sky,<br>Some symbol that his heart was kind,<br>Some roadway where strange feet may tread<br>That out of gratitude he made;<br>He cannot bravely look ahead<br>Unless his debt to life is paid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Albert+Guest">Edgar Albert Guest</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373614" data-title="Life's Slacker de Edgar Albert Guest" data-description="The saddest sort of death to die Would be to quit the game called life And know, beneath the gentle sky, You'd lived a slacker in the strife. That nothing men on earth would find To mark the spot that you had filled; That you must go and leave beh..."></div> </div> </div>

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