Food For Thought.
We are just children we frolic about
running and skipping loving to shout
no need for schooling we’ve nothing to learn
the mysteries of life are not our concern
hide behind mummy if strangers appear
comments received “Oh aren’t they just dear”
into the green oh we’ll have fun
it won’t last for ever our day in the sun.
Short lives are over we go to our fate
development finished we push through the gate
to go to creator at his bequest
dressed in our finest looking our best
deaths deadly scythe has slashed at our throat
touched though by sadness no reason to gloat
our bodily functions permanently gone
only essence and value continuing on
Our filleted body now naked unclad
lies open and bloody cold on the slab
with artistry cunning we go on display
readied for furnace burn imperfection away
then on to the day of our celebration
news of our death will be fuel to a nation
a speaker loud will rise and toast
brethren gathered ” Our Sunday Roast”
Think of us fondly when you pass
fields quite empty with lush green grass
where our spirits still gamble with glee
how our tiny bodies did pleasure thee
we gave our lives to nurture yours
never judging of your so many flaws
even yet in our final form
we keep your body snug and warm
Suffer not my children unto me.
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