Day 112. Monday 6th August 2018

Teetering on the Brink

The universe is populated

In case you hadn't noticed,

Teeming with sapient species.

And here on Earth the race called Man,

The underdog, dark horse, also-ran

Teeters on the brink of greatness.

Something wonderful is emerging

New-born from birth's convulsions

So shrink not back by pain unnerved,

Keep pushing for the stars

And have the vision to embrace it.