What is most important to think about;
for we have so little time to think;
must we waste it all, groping with doubt;
while reality totters upon the brink?
What describes the world all around;
is it sight, sound or touch?
What is the greatest comparison found;
just right, too little, or too much?
What does it matter what we learn;
whether it be little or much;
more important is what we discern;
of strangers who come in touch.
What does it matter who we are with;
for that is most likely to change;
and each one we meet, is a gift;
why must we always rearrange?
This life we’ve been commanded to live;
is a most unusual and curious place;
sadly, the love we’ve been unable to give;
is, for us, a singular disgrace.
Why are we drawn to accumuate wealth;
for we’re only here a short time;
and be overly concerned about health;
for it rapidly starts to decline?
When we leave; we leave with nothing;
for nothing from this life will remain;
and yet, our souls will gain something;
for it’s wisdom that all will gain.