How your life seems just too merry
Carefree in your days like a lark
To rise above the mystery
Of questions lurking in the dark;
Pray tell me your Philosophy
About your life's unending quest
You said that facts had been filthy
'How could truth come merely as guest? '
'Tis wisdom's folly to query, '
said the fool. 'Fool's gold you will get.'
'But when you sieve out the slurry,
you soon separate the nugget.'
'What is man? ' I asked once inside
'I don't know, ' he said. 'Be seated.'
Speaking without guile, without pride
Seeing to my comfort instead
'What is life? ' I asked as I sit
'I don't know, ' he said. 'Have some bread.'
Being there, I have but to eat
Forgetting what I have queried.
'What is God? ' I asked as I eat
'I don't know, ' he said. 'Drink your tea.'
Drinking while eating is my habit
I have to show civility
'Now you have sat, eaten and drank.'
'What is more to life than this? ' he said
'We have the Lord, for this to thank.'
'Can the life of you to this concede? '
'Man does not, by bread alone, lives! '
I should contest his battle cry
I know just what the fool believes:
'Live, be merry for soon you die.'
To jar the fool's silly advice
Not sure if I'm the wiser be
A glance at him now did suffice
To show the fool might have been me!
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