Natural Selection

This rock-strewn river of life on which we dance,
is heaven and hell and every state between.
We’d run its course and reach its end by chance
if we didn’t steer as it sweeps us all downstream.
Our primal urges lead to procreation:
the drive to strive to gain a fancied mate,
the pleasure that comes with sexual consummation,
then genesis of an imperfect duplicate.
There comes in train the patter of tiny feet -
our varied offspring — who in turn compete
to form a new and favoured young elite,
who pass their selfish genes on, then repeat.
Two morals spring to mind from all of this:
keep paddling; take care whom you choose to kiss.