A Chosen Life

 

Before my life comes to an end

A few lines I would commend

Man was born to work and toil

Clear the land and till the soil

With the fingers of his hand

 

Our life depends on the food we choose

Woe betide them on the booze

All the food we eat comes from the soil

Beware of fast foods wrapped in foil

 

Eric Munro Glen

17/6/01