Life

Life


We question our existence
Driven by Natures insistence
That we all go the distance
But we don’t know how

Running around in circles
Like a bunch of comic Erkles
The dinosaur is purple
But we don’t know why

What are we becoming?
The music starts humming
The drummers are all drumming
But we don’t know where

Soon it will be over
Lying in the clover
Next to an old friend Rover
But we don’t know when
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Thomas Avatar
August 16, 2022 at 10:06 PM
I must agree with Sara, I found your flow flawless. I truly enjoyed your poem, even cracking a smile when pondering the purple dinosaur. The title fits the end perfectly. Really enjoyed Donald.
Maher Avatar
August 17, 2022 at 10:35 AM
Thank you kindly!
Kendrick Avatar
September 26, 2021 at 10:05 AM
I like the rhythm, rhyme and flow of this one. I do believe that most never figure out why. You put it so well. Sara
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