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There are days when I wonder why it matters
To have existed at all in this time and space.
My presence here is like a sound that clatters
Then fades to silence leaving not a trace.
Was there some point to being cast in this coil?
Was there a measurable difference to make?
What is the significance of the sweat and toil?
Have I existed merely for existence’s sake?
I’m trying to make sense of my mortal bout.
When the blood is still and earth is my cradle
Will I ask—could I think—what was that about?
And why did I drink from that toxic ladle?
Faith endeavors to answer my queries,
Admonishing me to know of One on high.
But there are times when one wearies
Of believing what is real in an unknown sky.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2015
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