My Meaning in Life
For The Asking
All I know is asking why -
some of us live, some of us die.
Why some who smile are dead inside.
Why some who love get cast aside.
I ask myself just who am I -
will I live or will I die?
Do I smile while dead inside?
Do I dare to love or live to hide?
Have I the right to wonder why -
some of us live, some of us die.
Why some who lose still want to try.
Why some who win still need to cry.
I ask myself if I could fly -
would I embrace the stunning sky?
Would I open my eyes wide?
Or would I choose to remain blind?
All I know is asking why -
some lend a hand while some stand by.
Some say hello but mean goodbye.
Some turn away, your hardest day,
some choose to stay - right by your side.
Comments
AUTHORThank you Krinky - very much!
Very meaningful poem. . . love it! Keep writing; you have a gift!
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Thank you so much, baby! Your writing lately has been very beautiful! Keep it up sweet girl! Love you!
Perfect Momma
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Thank you so much! I appreciate you reading my work and for commenting. You could not have given me a more wonderful compliment.
Wonderful work! I love when the power of a poem draws me to introspection. Thank you.
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