In my late teens I would wonder
What is The Purpose of Life?
What should I Value?
What is truly Good?
But now at sixty six it seems so clear:
Life per se is what matters.
The wonderment
Of selves
That know they are selves.
Of sentience married with intelligence.
The miracle we call Life.
At nineteen I said
That the First Priority
Was Survival.
I wrote a thing called “The Bedrock”
To grow this theme.
And what was it that had to survive?
It was living beings
Nurtured by Mother Nature.
I am a “Lifist”
If you will:
Cherishing all that lives.
Humanist Plus
And more than Conservation.
Health and Wellbeing
For The Common Good.
A touch of Socialism
And Equal “Opps”.
I coined the word “Positivism”
To sum it all up.
Is this all poetry?
Maybe not.
But the greatest poem lies all around us:
The very world and universe
In which we live.
Paul Butters
© PB 18\2\2019.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
In my late teens I would wonder
What is The Purpose of Life?
What should I Value?
What is truly Good?
But now at sixty six it seems so clear:
Life per se is what matters.
The wonderment
Of selves
That know they are selves.
Of sentience married with intelligence.
The miracle we call Life.
At nineteen I said
That the First Priority
Was Survival.
I wrote a thing called “The Bedrock”
To grow this theme.
And what was it that had to survive?
It was living beings
Nurtured by Mother Nature.
I am a “Lifist”
If you will:
Cherishing all that lives.
Humanist Plus
And more than Conservation.
Health and Wellbeing
For The Common Good.
A touch of Socialism
And Equal “Opps”.
I coined the word “Positivism”
To sum it all up.
Is this all poetry?
Maybe not.
But the greatest poem lies all around us:
The very world and universe
In which we live.
Paul Butters
© PB 18\2\2019.
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