Just things shutting off.
And the brightness we see,
No matter how dim it is
For each of us,
Just fade to black.
The question of having done so
Great contributions or
being of significance is,
out of the question,
completely irrelevant.
Things happening are fleeting,
And in the mercy of time and memory.
Should one be kind
If that were the reality?
Forget what is to come and
Who would remain.
I ask you once more,
Should one be kind
If that is the hereafter?
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