There is a new page every morn,
In the calendar fixed on the wall.
The
time spent on a day before,
Will
that ever meet you again?
What
regret you have for lost.
There
is a chance to fill the page.
To
have care is a rare thing,
But
it is need of a gentle man.
If
he wants to live not in vain,
He
should try to gain and gain.
