THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN


  Many lifetimes ago, there lived a youthful man,


  He worked hard, he did all that a man can.


  On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,


  Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.


  A simple man, who worked hard on his land,


  Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.


  He had a wife with a pretty smile, 


  She was there when the day was done,


  As he walked in from the setting sun.


  Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,


  A warm fire and some conversation, till sleep set 
  In their eyes.

  Children were grown, an adventure of their own,


  A mother, a father, in a home now alone.


  There once was a man, who loved all that he had.


                            Keith Garrett