Eighty Plus Years: A Poem

To this body, then the knowledge goes

You must then start all over

Back to square one

No wonder none of life's questions have been answered

No one dedicates the time to it

These are not questions with answers that will just pop into some

Scientist's or philosophers' head by luck

They take vision and willingness to stretch the limits of reality

For we live in a small shard from the wisdom of life

Death is not to be feared or desired

Rather it is a meter or stopwatch on our progression

Dare not misunderstand

Not progress in a monetary or materialistic view

But in a contemplation or truth-seeking method

Death should be welcomed when one has either lost

The desire to seek knowledge or one has given up

In search for answers and swaggers down the dirt gully of redundantness

To the descending escalator of life.