On Living

Poem By Tom Higgins

This collective of cells manifests itself to be,
Everything that is known as me.
But what of this awareness biz,
What is it that makes me fizz?
I am not just a living thing,
What creates the joy to make me sing?
And lets me dream of those beautiful days,
Of warm sunshine and evening haze,
Of a full moon filling a dark blue sky,
with silvery light to help see by,
Of a gentle breeze blowing meadow flowers,
And rainbows framing summer showers.
Yes lots of whats, and whys, and hows,
Grow along life's path on which to browse,
And answers still are hard to find,
To the questions of mankind.

Tom Higgins 12/01/2013

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