Man's Duty
O, what is mankind but a seed of God,
O, what is man but just a tiny plant
O, what is life but just a plot of soil
But do your duty, man, and bring forth fruit
David Turow
Producing flowers or thorns or weeds
Of different beliefs, of diff'rent thoughts and deeds,
Of which some bloom, some die, and others rot?
That can be led by Fate to glory or to death,
That cannot have in anything firm faith,
Whose leaves by cruel life are torn and rent?
Washed out by the rain, dried out by the sun,
By locusts and by weeds, by mice overrun,
Whose best fruits die, and those who don't-spoil?
To ward off evil and promote good!
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Man's Duty by David Turow
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