Accident.Experiment Or Something Meant.For M Lady Ernestine. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I sometimes wonder why I ponder
on questions I cannot answer.
Why do I sit and wrack my brain
when there is nothing I can gain.

My endless curiosity
constantly compelling me.
To try and solve the mystery,
which has plagued man through history.

Did God create the race of man
for reasons known to him alone?
Is there an underlying plan
Which lies beneath all that is known.

Or were we just an accident
which has no purpose or intent.
The question which I put to you.
Which do you believe is true?

It’s not a case of either or
there could be many, many more,
explanations I suppose,
the truth is nobody knows.

You do not even have to choose,
you are entitled to refuse.
Though personally I shall still muse
and try to clarify my views.

Tuesday,11 May 2010
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