The Love of Life

Oh that pervasive spasm,
What does it mean?
Pursued by every animal,
With only one knowing
The result - and mandated
To its care by all mothers
The meaning is not in
What is pursued,
By some drunken poet,
Who occasionally writes
A good bit of verse
He writes a good line,
But his feelings are perverse.
It is how life is care for
That is important,
What is important'
Is what kind of world,
We leave behind.