Spending Your Life Serving Others Poem by Anderson Archfield

Singular organism, doing our bit
A circular band, a perfect fit
You give yours, I give mine
We exchange and get along fine
See your timeline as a horizontal front
The routine, the reward, the hunt
Life bringer a bread bringing savior
Archetypal human behavior
We are a clog in a rolling system
We, us, society, not me and them
We are ants that collect and horde
And live on still feeling bored
And as life is sucked from our limbs
We die still collecting things
In our last breath we add one more to the pile
The process by which we lived and died
Life a resource we expended this way
For a collective hope of reward one day
But that tedious job you've worked on despite other courses
Collection, distribution and transformation of resources
Is self-trafficking - a traditional value
Where someone's wealth is labored through you
And the 70-80 years you've had on earth
The later years wisdom and magic of birth
All came down to you working to the bone
I hate to break that we will all die alone.