Young man
Grab thy *****
Grab thy pick
And follow me
In this lush meadow
Green as green
Amongst the cherry
Blossom hills
Strike thy pick
Unto the ground
Take thy *****
And dig deep
Here then
Lies thy future
Look upon it
And weep
Now leave
Never to return
Until your
Appointed hour
And never forget
Life must end
And never forget
To live
If every person coming of age was required to dig their own future grave, perhaps they would be more mindful of their fragile existence, and better able to appreciate each living day.