JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE
The richness of life's meaning
Transcends even... spring cleaning:
It encompasses the lifetime fun
Of six or seven dozen trips around the sun.
(How rewarding that all life styles
Count toward frequent-flyer miles!)
Up to -- and even after -- we've died,
We're (all of us) just along for the ride.
So swallow your cosmic dramamine
And hold on tight...
While we review the comic scene
Of our extended planetary flight.
FEELING CREATIVE THIS PARTICULAR EON?
Creation was rough and surly,
A sort of primal twang
That reverberated early
Throughout the whole Big (she-)Bang.
Black holes deformed the universe
When some Greek goddess dropped her purse,
Then we were formed from lumps of clay
(Which helps explain the way I feel today).
Slowly from the sea,
From energizing storms and gales,
You and me,
We came ashore
And dropped our tadpole tails
In order to evolve some more.
We've grown from simple cells that fester
To beings that wear pants of polyester...
From a simple acid named "amino"
We've come to sit at slot machines in Reno.