From out of the ground
The body of man
Breath of life and consciousness
Still he returns
To the ground again
His bones the dust
Kicked up by another’s feet
All the moments of a life
Piled one onto another
Amount to nothing
No tangible evidence
Of existence
To whom then
Will you give your praise
If everything amounts to nothing
And the sum of all things
Is zero
How then does anything matter
Truly
In the face of such emptiness
The only true happiness I have found
In these, my days above ground
Is in the service of others
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