What Do You Live For - A Poem
What Do You Live For?
When waxed the night cold, dark and dreary,
Outside my window heard I the rain
And thought back to a famous lady,
And understood her dying pain.
She strove so hard the world to enter,
Yet captive to her own stayed she,
And love and peace she sought in fame,
That moment need would from her flee.
When ceased the night and came the day,
And sleep was driven from my thought,
My dreams had taught me, answering yet,
That love was that for which she fought.
In deepest morning mists I pondered,
Saw beyond the doors that blind;
So open to me was the answer,
There for all to know and find.
Loveless life is the greatest waste,
For all accomplishments, great and small,
If one has not found someone to love,
There is nothing to live for, or die for, at all.
Brian Gray September 5, 1986