The square of life, life’s root, is precious fun.
This I assert without a speck of qualm.
It’s good to know it now, ere day is done.
That’s not to say serenity’s to shun.
We need at end of day some quiet balm
to soothe us after squaring life for fun,
like lotion that protects us from the sun
and blue mobiles that keep a baby calm
while studying how life and days are done
and how to crawl and laugh and cry and run
and how to write a poem and win the palm.
To dig the root of life in mirth and fun
should make us sympathize with everyone
from Eden out to Avignon and Guam
who’s keen to laugh and smile ere day is done.
“Funessence,” so revealed, may shock and stun,
but I’ll repeat this as my solemn psalm:
The square of life, life’s root, is precious fun,
and I’m glad to have learned this ere my days are done.