All There is to "Life"

Little eddies appear in the pool.
They're like lives. They arrive.
Then, they end. They don't have
Any meaning. The universe
Whirls as they do, and everything
Moves without reason. What
Reasons there are are supplied
By such eddies as crackpots
And sages, and all disappear
In due time.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-25 at 01:54

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I tend to agree. Just because life is special in itself (the fact it exists), doesn't automatically signify that there's a meaning or purpose to it other than being, and then at one point ending. I suppose that's not a really comforting thought, but it's how it is, isn't it? Well, it's how it looks to me, anyway. That's where your words sent my thoughts. I very much enjoy your style, as you know - thanks.
2020-06-26


Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a reason for everything. If we can't find it then we suggest there is none. JMHO :)

Thanks for sharing this piece with us
Liam
2020-06-25