17/12/13 The Sheep

The sheep lives day to day
knowing just what will happen next
It lives in security in a pen
watched over by its masters
Fed at noon, eating from the same place in the trough
It knows its destiny or assumes it at least
When it starts to get overburdened
covered in hair and dirt
Its master will tend to it
And he will get a big smile on his face
If the sheep has grown lots of wool
The sheep also knows of its end
The day it will die by the hand of its master
The sheep has had a good life
completed its purpose and served the master well
Everyone dies, Everyone lives
This is the way of the sheep

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