A witty Ape Poem, by Gavin, at My poetic side

I'm told there's no meaning

To all we do and see

Nothing to believe in

Including you and me

Chance and coincidence

Maths and illusion

Gods providence

Is my delusion

I challenge look around

Unless you are nervous

All that is found

Was given a purpose

In nature and laws

In decoration and maths

Outside or indoors

Or lots that were cast

I have been debased

To a fleshy suit

Or just a witty Ape

In pointless pursuit.

But I can't even make

Something to be worthless

Because I have made

This thing have a purpose.

I will happily accept

Your face is in shock

I'm one of Gods adepts

But You grew on a rock.

Author: Gavin ( Offline)
Published: August 22nd, 2020 07:19
Comment from author about the poem: I came to a realisation one day when I saw something on the back of lorry I didn't know what it was and thought it has a purpose. It was then I started looking about for something that doesn't have a purpose and haven't found one yet. It could be decoration or for balancing nature even if you make something to not have meaning we ascribe it to have one. How can we humans, the most meaningful actors in life but be the only thing without a purpose.
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