The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use:
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The Flight of the Cuckoo
The chimes punctuate the passage,
Of time and life and flock.
Only death knows what lies beyond
And each day tends the clock.
We think we are important,
That we’re all made of steel,
But the world will keep on spinning
With no-one at the wheel.
The question is an open one,
That humans will survive?
Are we cuckoos in the earthly nest,
Consuming to deprive?
So what drives us on? Desire, I guess,
Just some immortal twist:
To know we made a difference,
To know we will be missed.
Ego in the guise of caring
Will reluctantly admit:
It no-one’s there to miss us,
What is the point of it?
The chimes punctuate the passage,
Of time and life and flock.
Only death knows what lies beyond
And each day tends the clock.
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© 2023 J Cosmo Newbery
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Beautifully expressed and sometimes painful truth.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you at P&SU again! Hard to argue with these philosophical musings – only I think life itself is the point of it.
ReplyDelete(I shared a poem about Launceston this week.)
Are we cuckoos in the earthly nest - that is a fascinating thought!!!
ReplyDeleteThere is wisdom in your words, which are beautifully expressed. Life for its own sake … Rosemary offers a fair point.
ReplyDeleteThis is deeply thought provoking ... and beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteIf no one is there to miss us what is the point of it....sadly too many who are alive are in this situation let alone dead. I suppose that is why having a belief in God who loves us all sustains those who have no one on earth
ReplyDeleteAs a species on this planet, we are the worst kind of cuckoos...
ReplyDeleteLife can be livable, if not enjoyable, with its mysterious ways.
ReplyDeleteThis made me stop and think. The writing is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOnly death knows what is beyond and that's a mystery to look forward to in the end.
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