Should I turn my back to the setting sun,
Knowing that it will rise again tomorrow?
Should I raise my glass to what has begun,
Knowing that the decay has let it grow?
Should I take the grape vine under my feet,
Knowing that the crushing will make a wine?
Should I indulge in the well-prepared meat,
Knowing that it once came from a bovine?
Should I turn the record to the B-side,
Knowing that the other is over-played?
Should I listen as my father has cried,
Knowing that the love has started to fade?
Should I care that the earth keeps turning,
Knowing it is just another burning?
John Collings 