Impotent

"The mere fact that I exist

Most certainly means my life

Has meaning,"

The man proclaimed boldly.

The Universe chuckled

None too gently,

"You presume much of yourself."

"Is it not so?"

Time eroded the stones underfoot

Slowly to gravel,

An answer in itself

If I were willing to listen.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many questions raised by the poem. What is the worth of one life? I believe each of us have a purpose. We need to find it and hope life is something of value. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote