If you want the meaning of life, you’ll not likely find it here.


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The meaning of life is so unclear
I wonder at the search
Why all the scrabbling around
in wounded philosophy?

A sixty, seventy, eighty years or more
mind fuck
It took so long to know
that Nepal had no answers

The relief is finding after all,
it doesn’t have to register somewhere
on a scale of one to ten
Maybe just a smile over coffee

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

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