Perspective
In life we fail to estimate
The limits of our worth
And cannot see our value
Is so little on this earth
Who of us who has ever been
Could bear to be no more
Who in the end goes willingly
To pass through mortals door
Our being is a gift bestowed
Passed on from those before
Life is but a fleeting glimpse
And then it is no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But we leave a legacy To those of us, our heirs, Who worship us as heroes, Till we're whittled down by caresl And then they do their little part To advance the species cause And we improve so gradually Despite our many flaws