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The Ultimate Question
by Richard ColinsonThey found the guru
Sat at his feet and asked him
Master, what is the ultimate question?
He paused but a moment
Then replied thus
The ultimate question
Is still asked
Every moment
Of every day
It gave birth to
All systems of knowledge
And every school of thought
Yet they are all
Still its slave
(Or should be)
They looked up
Mouths agape
As he poised
On the point of revelation
The question, my children
Is, simply put
What shall I do next? 02/27/2010 Posted on 02/27/2010
Copyright © 2025 Richard Colinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/27/10 at 08:06 PM Of course with all these years, minutes, seconds, etc what should do next must be the ultimate question. The universe cares not what we do. It spins on while we hold our breath, should I eat, drink, make love, or play solitaire? Good write Ricahrd. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/28/10 at 04:45 AM Clever and simple, that question. I like how this makes me think. Thank you. |
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