TRIBUTE TO JULIEN J. MEYER

      SENIOR HIGH CLASS 1930
                 Rosholt, SD

               LIFE
         
         What time is it?
         It's time to be born
         With pink or blue ribbons
         We soon are adorned.
         We may cry a bit when hunger sets in
         A formula and then we're happy again.
         
         What time is it?
         It's time to just play
         As we go along waiting
         For every new day.
         Now we're responsible for little jobs,
         And mother's hand still soothes our childish sobs.
         
         What time is it?
         It's time to grow tall
         In our glory of youth
         Yes we know it all.
         We're breaking away from mother and dad
         To become independent really isn't half bad.
         
         What time is it?
         It's time to earn cash
         So we can have things
         During life's maddening dash.
         So we can improve on our standard of living
         And yet not forget that in life there is giving.
         
         What time is it?
         It's time for a mate
         And now for the wedding
         We must set the date
         And invite our friends and relatives too
         So they can be present when we say "I DO'9.
         
         What time is it?
         There's no time for us
         Too busy with meetings and club work and fuss.
         We hurry through life at a terrible pace
         Keep running around till we're blue in the face.
         
         What time is it?
         It's time to retire
         Before all the wind from our sails doth expire.
         Time to relax and take a deep breath
         After a chase that nearly meant death.
       

         What time is it'?
         It's time to recall
         The beautiful thoughts from memories hall.
         Time to enjoy the things that have been.
         We were too busy to enjoy them then.
         
         What time is it?
         It's time to depart
         No time for regrets, nor a heavy heart
         For I know my Redeemer will save me from sin
         When He swings the gate open, I'll gladly walk in.
         
                              - Written by JULIEN J. MEYER


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