Quit living each day like it's your last.
Acting on your last impulses,
fulfilling your mundane last wishes.
Start treating others like it's theirs.
Like flowers, we whither
at our season's ending.
The single lasting sentiment-
the gift of our thought and insight.
Without a doubt we're all created equal.
Do we ever stop to think the part,
how will others treat us on our last day?
So do your part to treat
all others the same.
