Sonnet: To Beauty
To all the beauty seen before today
Add that to which is now and ever more.
But measures must with countermeasures weigh:
Subtract from it the siege of sickness, death and war.
Divide it by the population count
The years before my birth and till my death
Subtract the former from the late amount
And tell me what the life that I have left
Is worth to me in age and solitude
When I through right am cared for, not about
If not I multiply to multitudes
Repayment of what I from them have got.
I hope that when this life to all I leave
Return I shall to that which I received.
You're at the bottom!