The British- Canadian poet Robert Service comes in handy when I find myself getting worked up about the state of the world. This poem, over others, serves to remind me to keep some sense of perspective.
Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! ’twill be your own.
That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.
A little gain, a little pain,
A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star-gleam on a stone.
Robert W. Service
The poetry of Robert W. Service is in my hinterland. What’s in yours?