Sonnet Acceptance
Has anybody thought to calculate
How many gametes fail to multiply?
The countless halves which never find a mate
The crazy odds we've faced to be an 'I'.
It matters not at all, they had no chance
There is no claim, it's just a musing game
But viewed from cool and unimpassioned stance
The ones that made it also have no aim.
The will to live is instinct, nothing more
A necessary cause to self-delude
Examined logic'lly we see the flaw
And sensibly don't let the truth intrude.
Before the intonations of our knell
Illusions shed, may help us bid farewell.
poem by Diane Hine
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