Chris Milne Writes: Poetry, Philosophy and Essays

Written Approx.: 2019

To be or not to be,
A phrase that has stuck to me;
Sometimes when I look out at the sea,
I ponder about the world, and all whom is on thee.

The existential question: to live or to die,
Life is all we know, all we’ve seen with our eye,
Yet this dark unknown world, something tempting to try, 
Eternal slumber or heaven, a place where angels can fly.

Sometimes, I hope the former over the ladder,
A place to rest peacefully, not to gather,
I’ve had my piece, its been quite a lather,
The pain it would cause, quite the batter.

To ponder such question, 
Over looking the sea, deeper then you thought.
Sometimes I wonder, was life worth all it ought:
To be.