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!
Great as always
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It’s so nice to know you read my blog!! Thanks – and hugs!
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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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As writers, we are a bit of an open book, aren’t we? I enjoy your writing as well!
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