Life Sum

Born into a world, As a daughter or a son. A new creation is unleashed, A new chapter begun. While mostly into a family, Yet always as one, Before becoming a new member, Of humanities union. It's a process, never ending, Never seeming quite done. Yet always moving forward, Often on the run. Rarely does it reward, Beyond second to none. Although boredom remains close, Frequently warning to abandon. Seldom does any joy, Give way to any fun. So excitement takes its measure, If only to shock or stun. Since peace and quiet is treasured, There's little need for a gun. Allowing time to reflect and total, All the battles that have been won.