So What

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So What
 
The breeze billows age old trees
and will long after I’m gone
Dispersing, distancing the dust
Echoing, so what
 
The sun seething for centuries
time immemorial, future unforeseen
Certain uncertainty for now
Screaming, so what
 
A speck, a speck, a speck in time
along with billions more
In surety each one unique
Fervent whispering, so what
 
Eyes looking within and without
searching, seeking through shades
All hoping, some thoughts of finding
Some proclaiming, so what.
 
None truly knowing
So what.
 
                                                   --William Martin