Let us look to our fellow man
live not in hopes that have been
Are we so different each of us
that we cannot feel for fellow kin

Let not your best friends live with want
fill lives with endless flavor
Always take much less than you give
as then you will know Gods favor

Let no vain hope deceive your mind
our short lives hastened streams be
Doomed in end to fall apart
like spent waves return to the sea

As with all the humble rivers roll
death will level property and pride
Awaiting providence and time
rich and poor sleep side by side

Tate
Original with music and pictures
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