2017 02 18
I have heard wise men in churches and schools,
who earned degrees in universities,
proclaim that life is not the destination
but the journey of rich discovery,
so we should savor opportunities
of each new day to grow into ourselves.
From the weird moment of birth, when we wake
from dreamless blankness of eternal sleep,
we move forward in tangled maze of things,
seeking to comprehend why we are alive,
urged by hunger for food that fuels our souls
and pleasure to regenerate new bodies
in the passion of physical connection,
and thus we accumulate memories
our brains organize into virtual world
that guides our journey through vast labyrinth
of dangerous landscapes to lush paradise
we wrestle from the wilderness of horror
where we feast on fruit with people we love
and share wild tales about how we survived.
So I agree with those pontificators
proclaiming this adage old as the moon,
who now lie dead beneath the blooming flowers,
bodies void of spirit crumbling to dust.
Life is a journey of hunger and pleasure,
regenerating children from our bodies,
and the final destination is death.