Tuesday, August 4, 2020

My birthday poem: "Why"



What if one could rise so high,
higher than the sky, that they could
look down at life in all its categories;
what would one see?

A tiny orb floating in empty space,
a man embracing his lover, a feral
cat stalking a rat, and a thief stealing
into another man’s house;

Every category of human nature
on display for one to see, all the vices
and virtues from birth to death,
and everything in between.

And having viewed the whole
panoply of existence on planet Earth,
from vital inception to the conception
of the human race, the question that
comes to mind is, why?

Is there a reason for our being, a logic
to the process? Or is it all a random
event that arises from its own mystery?
But again, one must ask, why?

As the body needs air, water, and food
to survive, so does our soul require
meaning; and not one day goes by
that we don’t wonder, why?

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