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We seldom ponder it
except late at night,
swallowed up by blackness,
strangers to the light.
Our lives are rolling on
toward their cessation,
and only now we see
the need for contemplation.
Think of the world around us
when we arrived,
has it turned for the worse
or has it thrived?
What little have we added
to the human race,
what evil have we subtracted,
put good in its place?
And what of love,
have we helped it multiply,
or have we embraced division,
with just a shrug, a sigh?
We can do the math
as we lie awake,
determine our score
and the path to take.
Some time remains,
it’s not too late,
we can make a turn
before our final fate.
By the end of a birdsong
we might vanish into dust,
we can still change our course,
we can, we must.

The Summation