01-07-2017, 12:56 PM
Just a little something I wrote a long time ago:
Ballad of the Peeps
In all things under heaven
there is a time
a time to cut
a time to plant
a time to built
a time to change what is to what will be
each in her time to live
each in his time to die
In all seasons a change of path
in spring to sow
in winter to fetch
to each his time to work
to each her time to gather
and in the end to lie beneath the stone
at least you won’t be cold
And to every place its purpose in time
a barn filled to the rafters
a stock yard as bare as a fallow field
a place to sow
a place to reap
a place to tend
a place to cull
And for each of us our time under heaven
a time to hope
a time to fear
a time to learn
a time to be sick
a time to heal
In all things under heaven a purpose for all this time
be it fast or slow
a time to pause
a time to go
a time to rest
In all things under heaven
a man for this
a woman for that
and children for us all
a time to have
a time to want
and hopefully one to be happy
In this place under heaven
we live our simple lives
we live beneath a watchful eye
whether protector or destroyer
we wait for our time to be
for our time under heaven
Anonymous, year 40, in New Hope.
