Those who choose a darkened room
Plant the seeds of their own demise
Gloom and dusk cant feed a soul
The evidence is found within their eyes
A garden filled with many blooms
More inhabitable, by far
Than a room with a television
Or a loud and smoky bar
Your pale skin tells a tale
Of a lifeless sort of life
The frown lines around your pursed lips
Sing a song of greif and streif
Life is outside in fresh air
Wildlife is abundant there
And what could ever be as fun
As a life lived in the sunWww@QuestionHome@Com