After the Cycle of Life,Then What?: A Poem
So we get born and then we grow
to be socially acceptable and one of many
and we learn skills of living either fast or slow
to secure a respected status, if any.
Then we procreate as all living creatures do
and nature made it very pleasant for us
attaching nothing similar to any other cue
as if it's the most important and mandatory task.
But then what?
Now we know pretty much our roles and skills
somehow believing that's what life is all about
encountering hardships and rewarded by some thrills
we love and we hate, we believe and we doubt.
Is that all, really all that makes us worth existing
for there we grow old, like a punchline for a bad joke
after all devotion, commitment, and persisting
comes the time for it to go all up in smoke.
The cycle of life completed, or was it really The Goal
or maybe just a tease for an inner growth
a series of eye openers to enlighten our soul
so that we have a life and wisdom while enjoying both.