There's not much time before my end,
Still, this boy dreams of stars,
One human life's not much to spend:
Though Science shows me Mars
And robots mask my frailties,
My limbs feel my disease.
Though beggars wait for food to drop,
A feast's been spread that's free,
Though some have toiled to plant this crop,
It rarely has been me,
Humility's the gift that's...
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