Joy of Life

               "What is life?" asks the ignorant child.
"What is my purpose on earth?" wonders the nervous housewife
As she wipes off the dust of a thousand summers
From a corner of the majestic grand piano
Watching her years drift up and away.

An eagle perches behind the window.
Ask him, he knows.

"Why?" queries the simple man.
He works too hard.
Every day coal, coal, coal
Burning his fingers like fire
For dinner he roasts potatoes on a stick
Waiting, hoping, expecting, miserable
For them to melt his eyes out of his head.
And for what?

A squirrel scampers across the sawdust.
Ask him, he knows.

"What I am I here to do?" questions the wealthy lady
Fingering her jewels
The sapphire, that's her eldest child.
The pearl is her second
And the ruby is her baby daughter.
She gives each of them personalities
Packs salami in expensive lunchboxes
Lets them roam wild across the tennis court
And the vast swimming pool.
Awaiting her husband's inevitable return
With fear and pain in her heart.
Why? Ah.

A fish swims by in her pond, showing off its shimmering scales.
Ask him, he knows.

Ask the ant.
Ask the porcupine.
Ask the mourning dove.
Ask the hyena.
Ask the honeybee.
Ask the platypus.
Ask the lynx.

But mostly

Ask the woman who sits in her house
Whistling and frying up fish in a burning, sizzling, frying pan.
Her children are reading
Or singing together
Or playing tag on her lawn
Her husband is pulling up onions
To add flavor to their sumptuous homegrown meal.
They do not need to ask why.

Life is
Life is
And always will be.

All that must be done
Is exist
Is enjoy the ability to live and be.
To eat, drink and be merry.

When all is said and done, we have no other purpose
There is no merciful God above
Handing out missions to His

The End

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