Obituary of Dona Joyce Zach

Begin Today So brief a time we have to stay Along this dear, familiar way; It seems to me we should be kind To those whose lives touch yours and mine. The hands that serve us every day, Should we not help them while we may? They are so kind that none can guess How soon they’ll cease our lives to bless. The hearts that love us, who may know How soon the long, long way must go. Then might we not their faults forgive And make them happy while they live? So many faults in life there are We need not go to seek them far; But time is short and you and I Might let the little faults go by. And seek for what is true and fine In those whose lives touch yours and mine; This seems to me the better way Then why not, friend, begin today.