Ode to Futility by S.T. Martin c.3/16/15
Is life about our triumphs, the great leaps and bounds we’ve taken?
Should our biggest worry be the car payment we’ll be making?
Is our day spent in trepidation, fear of today’s news?
Do we moan about our tragedies, howl and cry the blues?
“Where has my life gone, year gone,
day gone- where can it be?
Who’ll buy the bacon, cut the muster?
And who did this to me?”
“Where are my looks, my youth, my teeth-
my god- where have they gone?
What shall I wear and who will care,
the day my time is done?”
How futile it all seems at times, our spinning on our wheel.
We expected something more than this!
What happened, what’s the deal?
Perhaps we put too much stock in where we thought we’d go?
What good did having all this stuff do,
When no one will ever know?
“Where has my life gone, year gone, love gone?
Where can it be?
Who will buy the bacon, cut the muster
And who did this to me?”
“Where are my looks, my youth, my teeth?
My god, where have they gone?
What will I wear, and who will care,
The day my time is done?”
