After the Cycle of Life---Then What?: A Poem
So we get to be born out of a love and then we grow
to become socially acceptable and so one of many
and we learn skills of living either fast or slow
to secure a respected social status, if any.
Well, then we procreate as all living creatures do
why nature made it so pleasant - don't even ask
while attaching nothing similar to any other cue
as if the most important and a mandatory task.
Now we know pretty much our roles and skills
somehow believing that's what life is all about
seeing hardships and rewarded by few thrills
we love and we hate, believe, and we doubt.
But then, what?
Is that all, but really all that made us worth existing
for, there we grow old, like a punchline to a joke
after all devotion, commitment and persisting
comes the time for it all to go up in smoke.
The cycle of life completed, or was it really a goal
or all has been just a tease for an inner growth
a series of eye-openers to enlighten our soul
to have a life and wisdom---and enjoy both.