Randy and I went to our stake president's funeral a few months ago when he passed away. We recieved this poem at the funeral and I like to read this to myself every once in a while.

The time to be kind is now
The place to be kind is here
We needn't be told the way to be kind
For the way to be kind is clear
But it's good to pause and remember
In the heat of our stress and drive:
The very best time to live
Is while we are still alive.

The time to be happy is now.
The place to be happy is here.
The way to be happy
Is to make others happy
Simple enough, I fear
But the simple things we are apt to miss
As we struggle and fret and strive,
Forgetting the very best time to live
Is while we are still alive.