Wednesday, 24 October 2012

The Meaning of Life

At the end of the day and when all’s said and done,
And the finishing post at the end of life’s run
Can be glimpsed in the distance – just over the hill
That we all one day roll down whatever our will –
We fall to consid’ring the meaning of life,
Its purpose and pity, its trouble and strife.
Thus exercised, surely we can but conclude
With a shrug of the shoulders, a sagging of mood,
That the nearest to knowledge, the furthest from doubt,
The best guess we have as to what it’s about
Is the Hokey-Cokey:
Knees bend,
Arms stretch,
Ra Ra Ra.
That’s what it’s all about.
Yes, that’s what it’s all about.

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