A tiny bit of time it is
To walk upon this Earth,

Before we're ready for infancy
We're already facing birth,

Without a choice and hastily
We're dragged out into the cold,

Before we know it, puberty,
Before we know it, old,

How can years so quickly pass
When hours so slowly go?

Where have all the children gone
We hardly came to know?

Where's the mark upon the world
We felt so sure to make?

Did we give our all to life
Or did we only take?

Still, we know we did our best
Our human niche to fill,

Spread a bit of happiness,
Of brotherhood, good will,

Though it was so long, in fact
It barely seems a mile,

Back to all the yesterdays
Where lives an inward smile.

by D. Edgar Murray