Below is the poem entitled If for no other reason -- ? (You fill in the blank) - ? which was written by poet
Streeter. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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There seem to be many, but never are there plenty. In the begining was the word and
that he became life from the same (?) that has no ending. If there are feeling's you would
like to express at this very moment, what would that word be ? Would that word be enough
to immentily self-expose you are me. "If for no other reason", you and only you, must de-
cide when you have reach the thressinghold of being "tired of being sick and tire", and for-
ever and ever when you have reach that plattoe do you seek out the word that truly will give
meaning to that interest of desire.
"If for no other reason", do we all realize that the world owe's you nothing. The blight of man
kind itself is that it has obliviated the courtship of "Trust" and looking in your rearview mirror
as you drive from one episode to the next, another question needs some answer's. Can the
word that became life, would trust be able to lift you (me) from the sidewalk to the "good
season". O'You, Can you see your Breakthrough. You know never are there plenty but there
do seem to be many, people that has grown tire beyond just being (?) and now "If for no
other reason", you cann't allow your breakthrough to come to (?) then the season of spring-
summer and or fall, will never return to lift you away from being You. And blessing goes on
and you will be stuck amoung the abusers forsakening the mystery of why you're so (?)..
How do you really feel, "feel about life right now". Really, yes in the beginning was the
word and now I know you have heard, that be became life and you and I are heir's on that
(?) and I myself do not know why you feel the way you do. Why in Afghanistan is there to
come a day when peace describe the word of today and hope pertains an idea for tomorrow.
How do you (?) today. Are you mad enough to kill, are you slouthful in all due season inso
enough you steal.
There seem to be many, there very-well maybe people that shall not keep it real. Send
our boy's home Mr. President, within the power of your might. If for no other reason, just
because all the people are beyond their thresshold with no place to go but up, it is what shall
hide our pain - when your breakthrough is known as (?). "If for no other reason", I feel
today, is my "Season".