Seekers Poem by Mike Barrett

Seekers



Walked through a graveyard yesterday.
Saw some new babies today.
See hundreds of people each day of my life
Each sharing the same time and space.

What do you make of this my friend?
What in the heck's going on?
Just what’s the meanin'
Of this comin' and goin'
What the heck are we here roamin' for?

Went through the school pipe like you did
Was taught history and maths and all that
But never was told just why I am here
Or just what I am s'posed to do.

I sometimes see life as a mystery
Don't understand killin' and hate -
Don't understand desperate livin'
And God knows that there's plenty of that!

Don't think me a hard core cynic
Don't think me not able to love -
Just call me a seeker
‘Cause that's what I am
As I work through this world I'm now in.

Just call us all seekers
'Cause that's what we are
As we grow through
Those worlds we live in!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote the above somewhere between '66 and '67. These words are in fact lyrics to a song, but not having had a tape recorder at the time, nor having acquired any music writing skills, the tune has long since vanished. Regrettably, this scenario has happened to me a few times thus far.
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Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada
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