You get born,
Then struggle to learn to walk.
Then you learn to talk,
Go to school, compete,
Graduate, compete again.
Find a woman,
Raise kids.
But work, always work,
Which steals your time,
Controls all thought.
Meanwhile
There’s war,
Always war,
Propelled by greed
Or ordered by
The one true god.
Then, way old,
Retired,
Beyond volunteering,
Unencumbered,
You have the space and time
To figure out what life is all about
Just before you,
Like every other living thing
On this pustular planet,
Doomed,
Die.
(2/27/14)