The Secret Of Life Poem by Douglas Scotney

The artist picked his career
With the intention of just being good.
Finding that to get what you seek
You cannot just be good,
'Would I have picked this job, ' he thought,
'Had I known what now I know,
That there is bad in what I sought? '

He had a go at doing
What a teacher said,
Using glue,
Using lots of glue,
But finding still
Some goodness left,
Used only glue instead.

Asked for his finding
On the secret of life,
He admitted he hadn't a clue,
'But at least now I know where it has to lie,
It can only lie in the binding.'