The Crossing

We are built for crossing

Into the great unknown.

We’ve populated

The vast expanses

Of our blue orb.

Yet

Do we know how

To deal one with another?

Crossing into another’s life

Is a great responsibility.

It need not be done solemnly,

Nor to the sound of the dirge,

Nor a Souza march.

We must learn to play

Their tune.

In good faith we must cross

For together we

Are better than one.

And if needs be

Learn to play the tuba.

Though it may be

Heavy

The rewards are there.

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