Meaning In The Morning Poem by John Sensele

Meaning evaporates from life sometimes
Quite unexpectedly when a blow strikes the core
We assume climbs to our podium
As soon as we command it to come to the fore

To dance, glance and advance to delect our whims
As we spoil and cosset our bloated egos
Grown so besotted they demand creams
Dreams and teams of servants and excess cargos

Teeming with emptiness and hollowness
Despite the pretence of external contentment
We portray outwardly as fecklessness
Nourishes a mushy moment

That sooner or later we regret
Because life episodes bereft of meaning
Fail to aggregate and segregate
Meaningful achievement from a self serving delusion in the morning.