Just think by Robert W. Service

   Just think by Robert W. Service

   Just think! some night the stars will gleam

   Upon a cold, grey stone,

   And trace a name with silver beam,

   And lo! ’twill be your own.

   That night is speeding on to greet

   Your epitaphic rhyme.

   Your life is but a little beat

   Within the heart of Time.

   A little gain, a little pain,

   A laugh, lest you may moan;

   A little blame, a little fame,

   A star-gleam on a stone.