You work all day to pay for what?

So you can grow old, play golf and putt?

Or travel the globe, packing in all the sights

To fill your days, with flying kites?

Turn to drink or drugs, to numb your mind

And life will pass, while you waste time

With empty pleasures, extra big size

they won’t challenge you, or make you wise

Work to give back, to a world that’s given to you

And you will build, a life that’s fulfilling and true

It will drive you to learn, develop and grow,

So you can help others, even those you don’t know

So as you grow older, remember the fate

of empty pleasure, don’t fall for the bate

Instead fill your time, working to giving back to your kind

To the planet and those who will challenge your mind.

At your funeral they’ll write, in your eulogy book

You gave more to the world, than you ever took

You made life better, for the next coming along

You were a friend who was kind, honest and strong.     


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