Of all the complex interactions
we endure every day,
leading to unsatisfactory
outcomes in this terminal, strange
existence, living someone said,
the occasional light of laughter
with another human being
conquers all. Then we're dead.

We strive to do the best we can.
It is sometimes easy, sometimes not.
It's sometimes more bewildering than
our contemplation of the starlight
or the depths of all the oceans,
the things we know, or have forgot.
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: