Why Bother?

20151129_203928When Death is the extinguished flame
from a wick exhausted
with no chance of re-ignition,
no hope of reward
nor fear of punishment,
with nothing after the End,
why bother?

I bother because
I want to know more,
read more books,
teach more classes,
learn more languages,
gaze at more stars
through my telescope.

Because I want to indulge
in the delights of this world,
smell more flowers,
drink more wine,
sample exotic food
from every continent
and whole trays of dessert.

Because I want to experience
all the pleasures available,
seduce curious women,
bold and demure,
funny and serious,
chocolate and cream skinned
and all the shades between.

But most of all because
I want to help others.
There is so much suffering to relieve,
wounds to bind, pain to soothe,
hunger, thirst and loneliness to ease.
Because when my mind flickers out,
I want someone else to be glad
I bothered.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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4 Responses to Why Bother?

  1. Emily Cooper says:

    Nice staging going on in that picture. :-)

  2. writenaked says:

    I love the telescope line. :) The food parts too. The last stanza is gold. Heck, I love the whole thing! Since ‘chocolate’ appears here this is a mandatory read for the Chocolate Open Mic!

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