by Sean Portland

Created on: September 22, 2009

People oft ask of the meaning of life

and I always thought that some wit would suffice:

'The meaning of life is simply the opposite

of the meaning of death, might I humbly posit!'

But now that I've lived and I've loved and I've seen

forests on fire and saplings grow green

and Decembers that brought to me memories of June

and the poles of the planet keep swinging the moon

and 'with this ring, I thee wed'

I can now tell you what I ought to have said:

'The meaning of life? In you I'll confide;

Find her, love her and stay by her side'

There cannot be opposites. Not when I think

how heaven expanded, and the world didn't shrink

(quite the opposite)

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