We’re lucky, we who have to die

This is a great piece by Richard Dawkins that I put in the common metre and double rhymes:

We’re lucky, we who have to die,
we’re lucky we can mourn.
Most people never say goodbye
because they’re never born.

The neverborn who cannot stand
in my place or in yours
outnumber all the grains of sand
on all the oceans’ shores.

For sure these unborn ghosts include
some poets greater than
John Keats and minds that Newton could
not match. All this we can

know since the set of embryos
our DNA can make
by far exceeds the set of those
that ever come awake.

Although these odds must stupefy,
they blindly did allow
for ordinary you and I
to come to meet here now.

We lucky few, who’ve undergone
the lottery of birth
and who despite all odds have won
a chance to roam the Earth,

how dare we whine at our return
into that prior state
where all the neverborn sojourn
unstirring, and await?