The Ultimate Question Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The old man’s search continued to persist
Seeking an answer to a question on his mind
What is the purpose of man…why does he exist?
Locating the tallest mountain…he began to climb

He had a logic that seemed to make sense
Being closer to heaven would increase his success
As he hiked his ascent became more intense
Large jagged rocks obstinately impeded progress

The air thinned and frigid winds blew horrifically
The old man trembled…soon he would be enlightened
On the peak…he knelt and pondered unscientifically
He waited patiently for knowledge to be heightened

The winds calmed and the clouds began to clear
The old man listened intently for a voice to tell
He was the only one possessing the ability to hear
With the words of wisdom absorbed…he said farewell

On his descent he weakened…and then he tumbled
Unfortunately he hit his head…instantly he was dead
Wait a minute…rewind…perhaps he only stumbled
This is unacceptable…maybe he’s dazed instead…

Alas no… he turned cold and transformed into stone
Now the future depends on others… resuming the quest
For now the information is illusive and bewilderingly unknown
Perhaps the answer is nearer…what would you suggest?

6/12/08