My sleeping dreams are so bizarre at times,

As though my Id is mulling over everything.

The Purpose of Life,

Just where we’re heading now.

Depressing thoughts of future Death.

Of growing old and infirm too.

Yet like a Meerkat I try teach the young.

We nurture talent and intelligence,

And strive for better.

Yes, constant progress or improvement. Call

It what you will.

We search for Heaven:

Our Work is never done.

Paul Butters

(C) Cleethorpes, Mon. 2222010 at 14.20.