Said Old Father Time to his brother The Reaper
“How come human beings must be such a bore,
Always demanding and wanting much more?”
How come they must wear out and ruin our nature
And chance the survival of each living creature?
Said Old Father Time to his brother The Reaper
“How come human beings must argue with fate,
Always rejecting what’s served on their plate?”
“How come they must squander and waste their good mind
On thoughts which are selfish and mostly unkind?”
Unlike that sweet honeybee
They always cry “Can’t somebody else do this for me?”
Unlike that gay butterfly
They always cry “Where’s my payoff and will it be high?”
Unlike that plain worm or bug
They always cry “Love me, I’m needy, Give me a hug!”
Said Old Father Time to his brother The Reaper
“How come human beings must try to rule Earth
Always misjudging their own power and worth
No doubt it should take but one look in the mirror
To cure them forever of feeling superior.
Among the few things in this world still puzzling to me
Is mankind’s insistence on his supremacy!”
LIsa Manning
Gloucester




