Ding In The Universe
My mission is modest My purpose is clear It’s doing great stuff So you’ll know I was here.
I am not a giant Who’s moving great boulders, But rather, I’m happy To stand on their shoulders
Sharpening tools That I wield in my labor Folding and honing A nano-sharp saber
Which I whip out When I rise to the threat Of obsolescence; I’m not dead yet.