Absurdity

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"Absurdity" 


By Rachel E. Watson

If a room’s just a place to sleep,
And a house a place to stay—
If a person’s just to pay the rent,
And the weekend’s just for play—

If a yard just exists to get trimmed,
And the deck’s for empty chairs—
If a neighbor’s one we just avoid,
As his house collects our stares—

If our jobs are just to pay the bills,
And the car’s to get us there—
If our lives are strings of nothingness,
Then what’s the point

... and why do I care?

Copyright © Rachel E. Watson 2009.


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2 comments:

sachin said...

awesome poem...liked it very much :))

Rachel E. Watson said...

Thanks!