IN A HUNDRED YEARS.
An extra smile or a burst of tears—
A fine to-day or a dull to-morrow—
A taste more joy or a drop more sorrow—
All the same in a hundred years.
A thousand hopes or a thousand fears—
A lifetime sad or a lifetime wasted—
A cup drain'd empty or left untasted—
All the same in a hundred years.
If things were thus, as one often hears,
I'd seize the pleasure, I'd leave the sorrow—
Enjoy to-day and defy to-morrow—
All the same in a hundred years.