Existence
Millions of people have spent as many years
contemplating causes and purposes past.
They need to know, to make sense of their lives
or seek fame as they make a buck fast.
I seek only the truth because that counts
to me, more than money or being well known.
So, in poems I relate some propositions
based on thoughts and ideas of my own.
It seems there are always opposites,
and extremes of possibilities abound.
Was there a start; will there be an end,
or does nature, like circles, just go round?
Are there now, too many people;
Or rather, are we inadequately spread?
We no longer say 'hello' to strangers
Or give way to cars queuing ahead.
We could do these things sparingly
And still feel part of the throng.
Life could become more interesting
As we walk or motor along.
Notes by the author
Awaiting consideration.