Some Of Life's Mysteries Will Remain Unanswered Poem by Reginald Reid

THE UNIVERSAL MYSTERIES


Great universal mysteries,
the birth of time and galaxies,
who gave us breath,
what waits for each one after death?

How are all the colours made,
what makes the wind and cooling shade?
Why are there so many different flowers,
and is all time made up of hours?

Is it true that the creatures of land, water, and the sky
are here to be destroyed by you and I?
Are we the masters of all we see,
ignoring the future as our destiny?

How can mankind so freely kill
erasing good and love and skill?
Is destruction and death the intended cycle?
Are we always destined to be ruled by those maniacal?

Who are we, what's our purpose here?
What is the elixir of good cheer?
Without our body what are we?
From where comes wisdom to those who see?

When we are gone what is our legacy?
Is it possible to live eternally?
Are memories and children just enough?
Are deeds and structures the proper stuff?

Were discoveries ever lost just to be found?
Is it true some are destined to be crowned,
or can the humble rise to greatness,
the downtrodden set free the great oppressed?

Is being loved the greatest treasure?
Or is loving someone else a finer measure?
Is poverty only a lack of money?
Do bees only exist to make our honey?

How inwardly should we look to see,
To visualise and realise the real me?
Is all our living just for ourselves?
Into this question we dare not delve.