Life Is Puzzling
Life can be so puzzling.
Can leave you malfunctioning.
Every day jobs and tasks.
The questions folks continue to ask and ask.
All the money that is spent.
All the love gone wrong or misjudged by accident.
All of this pain and stress in our lives.
Just trying to survive.
In the end of it all no way to be revived.
Just to see if we’re heaven or hell sent.
Life can be so puzzling.
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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