I’m far from being damn special.
Yet the reaper finds I’m acceptable.
Let coldness for it be reciprocal,
it brings us all to be connectable.
Berate fellow souls we should not
for we can see our common spot.
In large fields of tombstone lots
we’ll be what the earth has forgot.
The grave’s our common enemy,
so approach me not with enmity.
Your hurt I know as friend to me.
So let us extend hands of civility.
Beyond where the snow falls,
far from shadows the sun draws,
where longing for ears does call,
meaning and purpose is in us all.
Devices of our nature will taunt
bringing what asps speak soft,
we need not the skill of savants
to see our peril it does haunt.
Our value upon this orb in space
amounts to zero in cosmic haze.
Though kinships we do embrace
is what the universe can’t erase.
Brief is this life we do serve out.
To cause strife can bring drought
to splendid gifts we should spout
rather than torment enmity clouts.