Mine Is Such A Banal Existence Poem by Francis Duggan

Mine is such a banal existence for my years I've little to show
And my one saving grace is I love Nature but little of Nature I know
At the bottom rung of the social ladder and there I am doomed for to stay
Until the Grim Reaper will claim me and that cannot be many decades away.

My one saving grace I love Mother Nature though of her I have much to learn
She gave rise to my very existence and one day to her I'll return
Whether I am buried or cremated in Nature's bosom I will lay
The only visible God that we know of though few to her bother to pray.

Though Mother Nature for her beauty is unrivalled she is the greatest force of them all
Her anger erupts in an earthquake and before her the strongest of man made structures do fall
But at most of times she is so peaceful like the quiet ripple of her mountain rill
As it flows on from the higher country by leafy hedgerows down the hill.

I have always loved Mother Nature and to her so much we seem to owe
We depend on her for our survival yet of her so little we know
We worship the so called God we cannot see and Nature we choose to ignore
The one who is truly immortal and who will live forever more.

Mine is such a banal existence Of fame and wealth I do not dream
And I am low in the social order and there I'll remain it would seem
Till the Reaper who claims all breathing life forms back to Nature me will return
To the one that I always have worshipped though of her ways I have so much to learn.