Man is a tourist here,
On a pre granted holiday,
Sent for sightseeing,
Given only one chance,
For thanksgiving,
He thinks himself but...
...a settler in a Newfoundland,
Thinks 'all this land is mine',
Takes up farming but sows...
...seeds that give poisonous fruit,
If he sows seeds that give...
...Eternal Fruit,
He will reap in the hereafter,
But seldom he does farming good,
His leave expires, and alas!
He is called back!
The tourist returns,
Without sightseeing full,
Without farming true.
MyKoul
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