how lucky we are
... most of sit around lamenting what
miserable failures we are at life
... I always remember God's words
to Stoney, the astronaut,
as he lays stranded and dying on a remote
desolate planet, like Mars
... Stoney said "why me God? Why me?"
Why I am left to die shipwrecked on
this God-forsaken planet?
... and God responded: Stoney, be grateful,
look at all the dust around you, that didn't
get the chance to pull itself together, sit up,
and take a look around.
... You are a lucky man.
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If it is the last words I utter, let it be Hare Krishna