A Purpose

We carelessly squander

and aimlessly ponder

the significance of life

as it passes us by.

With scant concentration

and meek motivation

we search for fulfillment

but find nothing there.

What good are our choices

our vision, our voices

if we don’t use them

but lock them away?

A purpose! That’s the key

to joy and sanity

or darkness swoops in

and the sun doesn’t shine!

That’s why I write…I’m a little afraid of the dark!



  1. Really like this poem. I am happy to read your work. I feel like I get to know you just a little better each time I read your stuff. I appreciate that very much. Really sweet and lovely.


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