Why Bother?

20151129_203928When Death is the extinguished flame
from a wick exhausted
with no chance of re-ignition,
no hope of reward
nor fear of punishment,
with nothing after the End,
why bother?

I bother because
I want to know more,
read more books,
teach more classes,
learn more languages,
gaze at more stars
through my telescope.

Because I want to indulge
in the delights of this world,
smell more flowers,
drink more wine,
sample exotic food
from every continent
and whole trays of dessert.

Because I want to experience
all the pleasures available,
seduce curious women,
bold and demure,
funny and serious,
chocolate and cream skinned
and all the shades between.

But most of all because
I want to help others.
There is so much suffering to relieve,
wounds to bind, pain to soothe,
hunger, thirst and loneliness to ease.
Because when my mind flickers out,
I want someone else to be glad
I bothered.

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4 Responses to Why Bother?

  1. Emily Cooper says:

    Nice staging going on in that picture. :-)

  2. writenaked says:

    I love the telescope line. :) The food parts too. The last stanza is gold. Heck, I love the whole thing! Since ‘chocolate’ appears here this is a mandatory read for the Chocolate Open Mic!

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