Nothing
We're born into this world with body made
of flesh and bone and instincts to survive;
with intellect, to shape, direct and aid
in what it takes to keep us safe, alive.
Yet, we are nothing when we stand alone
and not connected to our fellow man.
We are but nothing when we have not grown
to be a building part in mankind's plan.
We are but nothing when we live to get
and not give back in kind, with others share.
Just like a brick alone, no purpose yet
until it bonds with others...nothing there.
Just flesh and bone with instincts...yes, and soul...
Our human bonds make 'something' of life's role.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Standard No. 130
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/31/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Sonnet
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/25/2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Nothing
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 09/20/2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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