‘Does it really matter?’ Is a phrase I’ve often heard,

And with constant repetition it can seem to be absurd;

After serious reflection, I really must confess

Sometimes the answer can be ‘no’

And sometimes it is ‘yes’.

Does it really matter

If I lie in bed ‘til noon,

Never wash the dishes

Or the dirty clothes?

If I never lift a finger

To keep my dwelling clean

Does it really matter? 

I suppose

It really matters to the one

Who shares my life

I know that it would be the cause

Of never-ending strife.

Does it really matter if I am running late

For an appointment that was made well in advance?

It all depends upon who’s waiting

A friend might just not mind

But a medico at me would look askance

And more likely would demand

An extra whopping fee, that would really matter

Most of all to me.

Does it really matter if the world comes to an end?

It all depends upon your point of view.

If you’re in love with life do you want to spend

Eternity before your allotted span is half-way through?

Does it really matter, are you contented with your lot,

Or do you think the question is just so much tommyrot?