Why this life? To contribute ... a verse

Well, I blog, hoping that it is a constructive contribution!

O Me! O Life!

  by Walt Whitman
O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who  more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

                                                Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

A winter morning in the Willamette Valley