A thing I wrote a while ago but put away. (See below.)

If you ever wait and wonder why you're living on the earth
And you're thinking that you might as well be dead;
If the darkness ever whispers that your life is lacking worth
And your place should pass to someone else instead:

There waits a task that no-one else is competent to do.
And without your hand it never could be done.
There lives a mind that keeps a place particular for you,
That can't be filled by any other one.

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