That’s what most of us can hope for.
The drama of life
The horrors of being at the mercy of the merciless
The comedy of the honest fumblings of the innocent,
All the wear and tear and degradation
All the new songs and new mornings
And moments of transcendence
All the ambition
All the suffering
Lived out on this small blue planet-
Billions have gone before
Billions will come after
We have tried to outrun it
Yet none of us will
Intuitively we know
We’re meant to live forever
That life was meant to go on and on
And yet three score and ten
Is what most of us can hope for.
Blessed are those who are confident
That this is not all there is.