Life Is....

I moved house recently and sorting through papers I found a couple of verses I had penned about LIFE!

Life is....
A small plant
two tiny unfurling blades.
Is it unaware of its abode
washed by stearic acid and
sodium laurel sulphate
as it valiantly clings to the
frame of the plug hole?



And on the meaning of life....

I always suspected that life has no meaning
Meaning, after all is to satisfy the mind
How's that for a dose of responsibility
And Lord how we take on making it mean this and that

I always suspected that life has no meaning
Quite liberating really when you think about it
'Why' being the booby prize question that sets you off
meandering or urgently lurching from one drama to another

I always suspected that life has no meaning
The ultimate ego trip to self important city
My life has a purpose
I'm here for a reason
This little sunbeam smiling in God's eye.