Does our existence have any meaning? <br />If all our loved ones went away <br />and the memories of all those that we have met <br />were wiped clean of any impressions of 'me'; <br />what then? <br /> <br />The sun rises and post arrives at the door, <br />but I am not there. <br />And if I continue to be not there? <br />The ivy will wind its way along the fence <br />and windows will cease shining under grime. <br /> <br />What does it mean to open post, <br />clean windows, unwind ivy; <br />and does the sun rise for me? <br />And then there is this poem <br />that has no meaning; must simply be.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meaning-what/
