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What Do You Live For - A Poem

Updated on February 19, 2017
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Brian Gray obtained his degree in Language from Lee University and has been a published author and professional writer since 1985.

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

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      Brian Gray 7 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Damian,

      Glad you enjoyed that one, and thanks for the kind comments.

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      Damian Fedorko 7 months ago

      As I enjoyed the flow of the poem, the words really made sense; made the poem understandable. Thanks for sharing.

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      Brian Gray 8 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Coffeequeeen,

      Thanks for reading this one. I wrote this poem eleven years before Diana's death, but when she died, I felt so much that this one had been written just for her, and every time I read it, she is the one who most comes to mind. Her tragic life was filled with a longing to be loved and lived amid a world she wished that she could escape.

      Brian

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      Louise Powles 8 months ago from Norfolk, England

      That's a beautiful tribute to a beautiful lady. Yes, I also remember watching the funeral live on TV, and it filled me with such deep sadness. Especially for William and Harry who were so young at the time.

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      Brian Gray 9 months ago from Pennsylvania

      always exploring,

      Dianna's life was so special, there were not words enough to describe the beauty she brought to us all.

      Brian

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 9 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Oh, my tears are flowing. Your words depict Dianna's life completely. I wonder how many times she wished for more? I too, watched her funeral on TV and when Elton sang, " Candle In The Wind " I felt her pain. Thank you for sharing your poetry. You are a natural, and I am pleased to find that out..

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      Brian Gray 9 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Jodah,

      Thank you for reading my poem. I remember visiting the spot in Paris where Princess Dianna died, and later visiting the cathedral where her funeral was held. I also watched the funeral live on television the day it was held, and all three instances were filled with pensive sadness at contemplating the fate of someone who should have had a better, longer and more joyous life. Such lives are tragic mysteries.

      Brian

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      John Hansen 9 months ago from Queensland Australia

      This is a wonderful tribute to Dianna, Brian. The verse flows wonderfully. I will always remember the night she died as my son and his girlfriend were in a car accident at the time and we heard Dianna had died on the radio.