Its strange you know this life worth living Sometimes taking The best of you giving I feel on occasion I can give no more Up and down on coaster rolling But to take to much can be eternally troubling I find myself in floods of tears Swimming amid My hidden fears Those who give Are well intentioned If you always take You won't be mentioned When histories are told by learned scholars Philanthropies are more than cherished The misers come in books by Dickens But that which is offered is freely gathered When in exhaustion you are lying And the death like shadows are forthcoming Remember friend that your life was for living It was about taking and about giving A two way street towards an end A balanced scale of human feeling