A Song

wouldn’t it be nice if life were nonsense

no sense in making any, say its so:

meaning’d be meaning, less our thoughts and worries

nothing at the end or the before

everything absurd and light and funny

nothing to say or be sorry for

but —

if life were all endless disconnected beauty

how would we remember all that we have done

and all we have yet to do

this, that, logic, reason,

hope, fear, love, treason

for all that is and all that were

and all there is to be

sense is nice, a principled paradise

for our memories