The Rotary Balita no. 608 (November 11, 1948)

A stooped old man and a young man Chanced to meet one day; The young man said to the elder, In his usual braggart way; "Why don't you walk up straight like me? That's no way to grow old; It's all a form of habit; At least, that's what I'm told." The old man gave him a knowing look, And said: "My dear young friend, Have you ever examined used your wheat field, And noticed the heads that bend? If not, just look them over. As the harvest time draws nigh. You'll find the holds that are empty Are standing toll and high. But the heads that count in the harvest. Are filled and bending low, Awaiting the reaper's sickle, Their time is short, they know." And as the young man passed on by, He slowly bowed his head; No doubt he pondered many a day On the things that old man said. -ANONYMOUS