All the gains our world can give
Cannot replace our time to live.
So limited in days are we
That from our blindness we must flee.
We must make time for joy, to be,
With no thought of utility.
A dollar lost, a dollar gained
Cannot suffice when time has waned.
With open eyes, let’s truly see
The depths of our mortality;
Then turn our eyes to gaze anew
Upon the life we thought we knew.
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The Hopeless Devotional 