A Purpose

As I put the card in the suit pocket,
I found another card with a short biography.
The card I put into the pocket had its own short biography.
Both cards were for the same purpose.

A few years ago, this suit
was worn for visits with the bosses.
Asking for more money or trying to sell an idea.
This suit had a purpose.

A few years later, this suit still has a purpose.
Supporting friends and families, a coming together
To celebrate wonderful lives,
Lives with a purpose.

I think I will leave the short biographies in the suit pocket,
As a reminder of those lives, those families, those friends,
But also as a reminder of having a 
Life with a purpose.
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March 20, 2024 at 5:01 AM
Quite deep this poem. It strikes a chord. The latter purpose of "the suit", the more important purpose...without doubt or hesitation.
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