A Life Well Lived Poem

A Life Well Lived Poem (For Soul and Spirit)

A Life Well Lived Poem –

A little poem on a life well lived can inspire you. We all too frequently fret about losing the joy of the present by recalling our past suffering or, worse, by anticipating that problems will ruin our future joy.

A Life Well Lived Poem

A Life Well Lived Poem

Because we have the power to shape and construct the day we are currently living, the art of a well-lived life is in the present, not in the past or in worrying about the future.

We want the words in these poems to serve as a reminder of that. Have a good day!

Life Well Lived
A life well lived is a precious gift
Of hope and strength and grace,
From someone who has made our world
A brighter, better place
It’s filled with moments, sweet and sad
With smiles and sometimes tears,
With friendships formed and good times shared
And laughter through the years.
A life well lived is a legacy
Of joy and pride and pleasure,
A living, lasting memory
Our grateful hearts will treasure

– Author Unknown


A Life Well Lived Poem

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

by Anonymous

When I Consider How My Light is Spent

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or His own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

by John Milton


The Noble Nature

A Life Well Lived Poem

It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night—
It was the plant and flower of Light
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.

by Ben Jonson

Beautiful Faces

Beautiful Faces

Beautiful faces are they that wear
The light of a pleasant spirit there;
Beautiful hands are they that do
Deeds that are noble good and true;
Beautiful feet are they that go
Swiftly to lighten another’s woe.

by Anonymous

He has Achieved Success

He has achieved success who has lived well,
laughed often and loved much:
who has enjoyed the trust of pure women,
the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;
who has filled the niche and accomplished his task;
who has left the world better than he found it;
whether by an improved poppy,
a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
who has never lacked appreciation of Earth’s beauty
or failed to express it;
who has always looked for the best in others
and given the best he had.
whose life was an inspiration;
whose memory a benediction.

by Bessie A. Stanley

The World’s Greatest Need

The World's Greatest Need

A little more kindness and a little less greed;
A little more giving and a little less need;
A little more smile and a little less frown;
A little less kicking a man when he’s down;
A little more ‘we’ and a little less ‘I’;
A little more laughs and a little less cry;
A little more flowers on the pathway of life;
And fewer on graves at the end of the strife.

by C. Austin Miles



Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day,
Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way,
Stop to cheer a fellow human that’s a bit worse off than you—
Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do;
Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed—
You are one that folks can turn to when they find themselves in need;
Just forget the rugged places—make believe they’re slick and smooth;

When you spot the troubled faces, pull a grin and try to soothe;
Life’s a game—a mighty short one—play it gamely while you can—
Let the score book show the record that you measured up a MAN!
Pretty pomes and marble towers won’t avail you very much,
When you’ve passed—unless you’ve helped to lighten heavy loads and such;
Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap,
Always kind and always helpful—if you’re that, you’ll leave a gap;
You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart’s content,
And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent;
Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash,
In your handclasps you were faking, though you did show pep and dash;
Never mind about the fortune you made up your mind to pile—
But just live the GOLDEN RULE, lad, and your life will be worth while.

by Roy Neal

The Character of a Happy Life

A Life Well Lived Poem

How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepar’d for death
Untied unto the world with care
Of princes’ grace or vulgar breath;

Who envies none whom chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
The deepest wounds are given by praise,
By rule of state, but not of good;

Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruins make accusers great;

Who God doth late and early pray,
More of his grace than goods to send,
And entertains the harmless day
With a well-chosen book or friend.

This man is free from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.

by Sir Henry Wotton

Treasure in Heaven

A Life Well Lived Poem

Treasures of sound! Kind words, and words of love,
And helpful words, and merry songs of earth,
Yes, all your tender vocal ministries
Living forever on the upper air,
Borne to you on the winds of heaven’s May,
And whispered to you deep in heaven’s woods,
And gratefully repeated here and there
By unforgetting spirits—ah, the store
Of golden sounds from earth sent heavenward,
Echoed in happy tones for evermore!

Treasures of thought! Decisions firmly true,
Still meditations blossoming serene,
The gleam of high ideals followed far,
Bold aspirations, plans of perfectness
Outreaching brother arms to all the world,—
These, written in the libraries of heaven,
And printed deeply on celestial minds,
Are authorship indeed! a catalogue
That Shakespeare well might covet for his own.

Treasures of courage! Wealth of love and faith,
Of trust when trust becomes an agony,
Of hope when hope’s last ray has fallen dead,
Of courage in the chasm of despair!
These are the pillars of the heavenly homes,
These are their statues, these their paintings proud,
The rich adornings of their palaces!
These are the treasures heaven cannot buy,
Or God create, The millionaires in these—
Some gentle mother spending all for love,
Some patient workman tolling maufully,
Some large-lived hero living for mankind—
Will walk in affluence eternally,
And none will grudge them, but the countless host
Will glory and rejoice to see them rich.

by Amos Russel Wells

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