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(10-26)
It’s a puzzling question never easy to ask
A challenging query, a dumb, daunting task
A quiz that may leave us too short on facts
Does it matter?
When I look at the moon, shining pale at night
And remember old friends who used to delight
In the coming of that orb, glowing iridescent white
Does it Matter?
As I ponder the pretense of a day to reflect
On bygone misdeeds that today, we reject
And realize that the same is now what we project
Does it matter?
Old bones grow weary, while new ones may dance
Impulsively willing to give peace a chance
But it still represents a moment of happenstance
Yet, does it matter?
I sometimes believe that the truth is made firm
Carved into stone like the curl of a worm
Despite those who call it an infection of germs
Does it matter?
The shape of a kiss may look pleasing to taste
But too often that touch is given to waste
A gift thrown aside in a fit of rude haste
But, does it matter?
The same repetition I hear every day
A chanting petition when seekers will pray
A plea to be heard by those who hold sway
Does it matter?
Inside of a chapel, with tablets of gold
Or lost in a field, left out in the cold
A backwards benediction, too often retold
But does it matter?
Wherever the marker, whatever the clue
The footprints are shaped by the stomp of a shoe
A sign that the traveler was like me or you
Does it matter?
I write as the spin of a top sends me round
Stumbling and falling, upon sacred ground
With thoughts that will easily echo and abound
Yet does it matter?
In the pit of my belly, a groan will subside
While pausing to poke at emotions inside
A barrier constructed to repel the tide
Does it matter?
When I fall short of the bar, set up to measure
That failing will keep me from finding the treasure
Which ought to be better than a minute of pleasure
Does it Matter?
A flicker of light may show us direction
And offer a path to discover protection
Or perhaps a detour into darkest deception
Does it matter?
A squint to see clearly, through narrowed eyes
Might reveal the luster of a prudent, first prize
But more often than not, it’s a reason to rise
Does it matter?
Late in the hour, a chime signals change
With the click of a mechanism, counting loose change
A card-game hustle, with the dots rearranged
Does it matter?
A sly sleight-of-hand fools the sharpest observer
Who clutches at a buoy and a spare life preserver
While tossed on the waves with a manifest fervor
Does it matter?
Snails move too slowly to influence the herd
While hearing the squawk of a restless jaybird
And spectators number, too few by a third
Does it matter?
This churning of choices may cause much despair
A crack in the frame of a plush, easy chair
Like a chew of pink gum, getting stuck in the hair
Does it matter?
Importance is a myth, when the scholars rebuke
What passes for knowledge, what passes for truth
On the road from Damascus, a solitary sleuth
Does it matter?
Gaze in the mirror, and see what awaits
A reverse of the image, a contradiction of traits
In an age that revives a warring of states
Yet does it matter?
Limbs go arthritic, and strands turn to silver
A kick of the heels that puts me off-kilter
And a pressed-paper cone, to serve as a filter
Does it matter?
A nonsense suggestion, said crisp with a smile
A paradox persuasion, a ruse all the while
With no literal meaning, but to send out exiles
Tell me, does it matter?
Good night, my farewell address to the few
Stuck in your ears with a bonding of glue
A last breath of sunset, before the falling of dew
Does it matter?
Somewhere I know that the dead walk again
Those who I loved and those who were friends
And even those pikers who did not make amends
Does it matter?
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