What is this place called life? That lonely thing
Which cruelly wipes out dreams that beings bring?
How then to persevere in living when
These all are doomed: the lives of beasts and men?
But if we should, by some discovery
Of nobler science or philanthropy,
Ourselves a beacon raise and thus go on
To mean more than mere life to anyone:
Then tho' there is no promised kingdom come
We could, in lieu, our meager selves become
Important to the fate of this mankind
Tho' now we die and be but a rushing wind
In that breath with which may future mankind sing.
What is this place called life? That lonely thing?
David Zvekic
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