I’ve reached that stage in life, where The Question’s peaked my curiosity.
I’m not sure I want to know The Answer, even if there is one - see?
It’s about the meaning of existence – Is there a reason why I’m here,
Justification for this struggling and why this empty life is dear?
I used to take it all for granted, and live one new day at a time.
Took the bad ‘long with the good – when good outnumbered bad, well it was fine.
But, as years fleet by, I count fewer reasons to brave this sad façade.
Life’s an endurance contest – to get up every day and joust with God.
I remember, though not vividly, some memories of yesterdays,
Looking forward to special mornings – how I enjoyed feeling certain ways,
Awak’ning full of life, worries did not surge up and always crush me then.
I have not felt such peace for years and can’t believe I shall again.
I recall hopes and dreams – naïveté of faith they’d be fulfilled;
What it was like to be excited - to empathize another’s thrills.
Life was so much simpler then, The Question was a shadow in my mind.
Now it rears its hoary head, fright’ning me with The Answer I’ll soon find.
Have I simply given up and failed to realize the World can change?
Some apathetic quitter, afraid to once again life rearrange?
Or have I merely “wise’nd” up to Truth, the cold reality of it
The Answer to The Question? (uncouth, I do admit ) I don’t mean shit!
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I think we need to live each day just finding small pleasures and interests as they come. Trying to look at the big picture can be confusing, depressing and frustrating. Just enjoy each small moment.
Hard to figure what life's all about sometimes. Taking one day at a time never works. What's the Big Picture?...like the description in Dante's 'Inferno...' we're all heading for that Sea of Shit!
Well said, Lyle.
Gregory
I used to live in the negative zone, but have recently moved into the positive side of life and living and wouldn't trade them for the world. Fantastic write, Lyle.
Nancy
Lyle, I was with you all the way, until the last line that is. That's where I had the problem: "The Answer to The Question (uncouth, I do admit) I don't mean shit!" The uncouth part doesn't bother me at all, but maybe my Englishness has blocked my understanding. Does the last sentence say that you were just kidding? Or that Life has no meaning? Oh shit!!! DAWN in UK
I know exactly whet you mean by this poem, for I often feel the same way, Somtimes I want to give up and say truth is this world will never change, then I realize that type of negative thinking is exactly why, the world is way it is today. Now perhaps that's my stubborn will refusing to accept harsh reality or perhaps deep down inside I still believe.
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