Lament (Part XX)
There are men that trawl the sea, seeking a harvest there.
We follow after, day on day, to collect our share.
We follow, through the time and tide that won’t wait for man or bird.
We follow and through wave and wind, our shrill cry can be heard.
There are men who trawl the land seeking a harvest there.
We follow, where we find them and we collect our share.
We follow as the seasons change and winter turns to spring.
We follow, to collect our share of the bounty that men bring.