With Age Comes Compassion

I used to go fishing, angled with the best Would catch and release some, then gut all the rest But as I got older I began to feel Like an executioner with rod and reel. Loved a piece of beef, all bloody and rare Not caring from whence it came, I did not care But when I saw how the cattle were treated In total disgust, from beef I retreated. In my youth I was numb to that suffering It was with age and wisdom, horror would ring Although we need meat to be healthy and thrive There’s no need to be cruel just to survive. Let’s cherish our food sources in tank and field With compassion and respect for all they yield! 2/27/18