The Meaning Of Life Poem by gary polonsky

What is the sense of life?
Sensibility?
Love leaping rife?
Superiority?

Of course, no proof's eternal,
No two of us alike,
No potion universal,
No thumb for every dike.

There is no abstract meaning,
Your mission is your own,
Your own workman's leaning,
The nail you'll pound alone.

‎You cannot be replaced,
Your life will not repeat,
‎Only you'll have faced
Your hilltop and your heat.

Every situation
Poses challenges averse,
Every connotation
Sets meaning in reverse.

We mustn't yield to preening,
Confused by fuss and muss,
We mustn't question ‎meaning,
Meaning questions us.


Written in Ontario, Canada - 31st May 2020