" What's the life of a man any more than a leaf? A man has his season, so why should he grieve? All thro' this life we appear fine and gay-- Like the leaves we will wither, and soon fade away!

Had you seen the leaves but a few days ago, How beautiful and green they all did seem to grow; A frost came upon them and withered them all, Then a storm came upon them, and down they did fall.

What's the life of a man----"

Aye----Lonnie and me--------