29 December 2012
To short a time we have On this marvellous, blue marble. How high will you climb? How deep will you dive? What will you leave that we Should know you had ever been alive?
Through grey skies the sun comes out often, Through tears the odd smile shines.
I will pass to dust and you with me, We are made of stars and earth. Make the best use of this gift Do not lead a life less lived.
A Life Less Lived • Opuss № I