THE MEANING OF LIFE

FOR THERESA

 

You ask a question little miss.

and I wish to reply

But more than that, Granddaughter dear

I will tell you why

Why the answer that I gave

may seem less than complete

But in truth, I think you'll see

the truth may be a treat.

 

When I was but a babe in arms

my world was round and pink

For sweet milk was my goal in life

and baths in Mommas' sink.

Soon I crawled around the floor

and found the world to be

Of towering drapes and giant shapes

all bigger than small me.

 

Larger still, I attended school

to learn the things I must

And there I believed the things I read

for I was told to trust.

But by those many years of school

then packing off to sea

I've grown a bit more weary of

stating what life must be.

 

Now a man of many years

I am more skeptical

I know that what this world must be

is more than I can tell.

So ask me not the meaning of

life as we exist'

Suffice to say, Grandfather dear,

you surely will be missed.

 

~ Robert E Browne ~

 

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