This poem was written in 1962 shortly before Wilbert Smith died from cancer of the lower bowel.

On Life

W. B. Smith

Make the world a little brighter,

Make somebody’s burden lighter,

Lend someone a helping hand,

Pull a brother from the sand,

Do your bit, however small,

Have a smile for one and all,

And when you meet the Judgement Day

Hold high your head and proudly say,

“The world, though little I could give,

Is better now, because I lived!”