WHAT?

What does life mean?

A few warm tears

And possibly some sixty years

Of making ends meet, it appears.

What does life mean?

And what is truth?

A man-made rule

Instilled when one is yet at school;

Hypocrisy in ridicule.

For that is truth.

Can it be said

That life has aim

Beyond the individual’s game

To win immediate acclaim?

Can that be said?

And if it’s so,

Why then create

The mind of man with such a spate

Of sentiments that complicate?

If it is so.

Is there a God,

Completely good?

Or is His presence merely food

For thought – and thought for masterhood?

Is there a God?

Or is God Man,

Innate with rife

Emotions and a constant strife

To get some goodness from this life?

Is God then Man?

Longmoor, 1949