THIS IS MY QUEST

© Randal W. O’Rourke

I'm plagued by all the questions

To which answers don't exist.

The plights with no solution

Are the ones I can't resist.

Ethereal pursuits, it seems,

Are those to which I flock.

Like how we learn, and, what is love,

And, WHERE'S MY DARK BLUE SOCK?

Some say that I'm obsessive

In my thirst for information.

The knowledge which results, they claim,

Will be small consolation.

Hegel, in comparing, was

Inquisitive at best,

In quest to find out which came first,

The chicken.........or the nest.

But lo, I've found some solace

From these futile explorations.

In thoughts of those I've loved

Whose riddles' quelled on expiration.

If I could hear them I'd be pleased

To let them do the talking.

If they'd just tell me, WHERE THE HELL

TO FIND MY DARK BLUE STOCKING.