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.