Complicated

Is it just me …
Or does life get simpler
And love more complicated
The longer you live
And the more you love …
Or is it just me?

Or maybe …
It isn’t life that gets simpler
But the simple things in life
That turn out to be more important
And that make life more worthwhile …
Just maybe?

And perhaps …
It isn’t love that gets complicated
But me who has become more complex
Who is now more interesting
And who is more difficult …
Just perhaps?

Is it just me …
Or does love get deeper
And life more superficial
The longer you love and
And the more you live …
Or is it just me?

Wayne Visser © 2007

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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