Anything, or everything,-
does it truly matter,
in the overall scheme of things?
Does any individual thing really matter at all?
A hundred, nay,
a hundred hundred years from now,
will anything we know of today matter
to anyone who may still be around?
No, of course not.
Once we have ceased inhaling and exhaling,
there will be nothing in us any more,
and what was of importance to us
will no longer be improtant,
as we will not be, any more.
Such a splended way
to wrap up a lifetime, is it not?
Simply cease to breathe,
thereby cease to be,
and it is done.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Luke (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, August 18 2020, 12:04 am|
The fact that we "are" matters, maybe theres more tham this lifetime, maybe weve lived several lifetimes, but in general, the entire meaning of (what matters) only "matters" to you or me or an individual that can comprehend the idea of something matter-ing... therefore everything matters in its own right, and it only matters because we make it so.
|Ment (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, August 20 2020, 11:59 pm|
You got my vote, well said
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