As Old As Time Itself
As I grow older, I ponder what it really means to be, and why so much hatred exists.
I think about out where humankind went wrong, and why we constantly speak with our fists.
In the beginning, humans were designed to be good company for a lonely creator.
As life started, we continued to grow, even though humanity hadn't any clue what we were evolving for.
Mankind then took their lives into their own hands, and grew to it's own personal standing.
Thinking they knew what was best, they continued to push others around, constantly demanding.
But according to the plan, told in the beginning of everything, our free will wasn't meant for harm.
Yet, we turned against one another, twisting each others words, and in return we all stopped lending an arm.
So I sit here today, pondering this situation in its entirety, coming to one final thought.
What If our true existing purpose, is to try our greatest, no matter how hard we've fought?
Our eternal judgments aren't based on what other humans do to our well being.
It is in our own happenings and actions, that in the end every soul will be revealing
Now I say this to you, my reading friend, and I believe we should all heed this true call.
Care for your fellow men and women, and together we will never fail to stand tall.
For in the end, of all that is good, evil, and neutral that walks on this planet,
We are all made equal, everyone viewed as one, and that is the way that He had orginally planned it.
A Contest On Aging
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Thursday, June 6th, 2019
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