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Edgar Guest - Checking The DayEdgar Guest - Checking The Day
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"I had a full day in my purse      When I arose, and now it`s gone! I wonder if I can rehearse      The squandered hours, one by one, And count the minutes as I do      The pennies and the dimes I`ve spent. I`ve had a day, once bright and new,      But, oh, for what few things it went! There were twelve hours when I began,      Good hours worth sixty minutes each, Yet some of them so swiftly ran      I had no time for thought or speech. Eight of them to my task I gave,      Glad that it did not ask for mre. Part of the day I tried to save,      But now I cannot say what for. An hour I spent for idle chat,      Gossip and scandal I confess; No better off am I for that,      Would I had talked a little less. I watched steel workers bolt a beam,      What time that cost I don`t recall. How very short the minutes seem      When they are spent on trifles small. Quite empty is my purse to-night      Which held at dawn a twelve-hour day, For all of it has taken flight—      Part wisely spent, part thrown away. I did my task and earned its gain,      But checking deeds with what they cost, Two missing hours I can`t explain,      They must be charges as lost."
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