Happier Than Our Fathers - Poem by Douglas Scotney
quantity multiplies chances
and concomitant fun.
how many billions of us are there?
Of the billions below,
above and ahead,
we sort of always know
the billions below and above
but the billions ahead
are billions we'll never know.
We're sad for us
for those we'll never know,
but never as sad as our fathers
with fewer than us to mourn
whom they'd never know.
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