There are many things that separate
Mankind from lower creatures;
The way we walk... The way we talk...
The way we flaunt our features.
But of all the many differences,
In spite of all intentions,
The things that makes mankind unique
Are his marvelous inventions.
This penchant man has to create
Has led him to believe
That he must rule; must dominate.
Behind him he must leave
Some miracle; a legacy
To those left to survive;
To make things better, easier;
A joy to be alive.
So, here's to all inventors
And the frustrations they vent
As they strive to improve our lot in life.
Long may they invent.
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