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.
Diane Hine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-acceptance/
