He wasn't born, he will not die
Most times his gait is slow
Never was caught telling a lie
He's the ruler of down below

Once in a while he'll make speed
Working like a maddened dog
Going after the broken reed
Then he's behaving like a hog

But most often his ways are fine
Treading lightly through the world
Ticking and picking along the line
The tall and small, straight and curled

So when you'll meet him on a day
Don't be coarse nor harsh to him
Do not think he's a man astray
Coming to you just out of a whim

He's a reaper proud of his job
Please be polite, even make a bow
He didn't come to you to rob
No, he's there to let others grow

Frans Tooten, is a Father of 2, Husband of 1, Profession no. 13. He has for some years now been trying to make a living by writing. The commercial side is foremost, but in-between he love's to write the short stories and lyrics. Humor is a tool he likes to use most often. Don't we all like to have a laugh or two? It's good for your intestines. Moreover, he thinks Life is a joke, even when you feel it as a yoke..