For sixty years
I have been asking the questions,
What and why?
What is the meaning of life?
Yes I know that is so cliche’.
But,
I’m still looking for solid answers.
Not an answer
that’s couched in religion.
That’s just so much propaganda.
What then?
Some other philosophies?
Not likely.
I’ve enjoyed my life
for the most part.
But so much
of the world angers me.
As I look back,
I see so little to be happy with.
I see little that has value.
I see little
that was so ‘wonderful’,
That I would be
anxious to relive it.
I do see a lot
that I’d rather I hadn’t lived.
I see a lot
I wish I hadn’t seen.
And I see a lot
I wish I could forget.
Given what I now know,
If I had been given a choice,
Those sixty odd years ago,
I’m pretty sure,
I’d have decided,
Not To Be!
