Oh, let me pose a question to the day

Oh, let me pose a question to the day--
could you explain the meaning of my life?
as our friend good old Socrates would say.

My wisdom's far from black or white, but grey.
Is there an answer for this old midwife?
Oh, let me pose a question to the day,

and maybe, somehow, I will find a way
to understand a world with sadness rife,
as our friend good old Socrates would say.

I focus on the premises but stray,
get lost in life's complexities and strife,
Oh, let me pose a question to the day--

Oh, is there any order in this fray?
Must carve out definitions with a knife,
as our friend good old Socrates would say.

Yet all I've questioned now have run away.
Who else is there to question about life?
Oh, let me pose a question to the day,
as our friend good old Socrates would say.

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos