The Meaning Of Life

A poem
by Chris Hibbard

The Meaning Of Life

The mountain came to Muhammed
and asked him for the meaning of life
He said “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
that’s always been enough for me.”

The mountain looked baffled
and tactlessly spoke,
“that’s not what they revealed on TV.
Is that why all those people climb on me?”

“No, I suppose not,” Muhammed said,
“They do that because you’re there.”
“It is not so much what they can offer,
but more so what you can.”

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~ by Chris Hibbard on November 13, 2008.

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