Ellen Gwaltney Bales Poet Free verse

No One Answers

What is this thing called life?
What does it mean?
Does it mean anything at all?
One wonders
Why we are here 
What purpose we serve
Is there a god of sorts
Who created us for
What?
For his own entertainment?
His amusement?
Millions have asked themselves
Similar questions
When I ask,
No one answers

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Sandra Doolan November 23, 2023 at 6:45 PM G’day Ellen I often ask myself these questions and I think the answer is to love and be loved. Life is hard sometimes but love, hugs and music are the answers and a good sense of humour also. Take care and keep smiling ???? Warm Regards Sandra Doolan Ellen Gwaltney Bales November 24, 2023 at 12:57 AM Thanks for your kind comments, Sandra. I appreciate them so much, and I suspect you are at least partially right. Keep questioning! Peace and love, Ellen

Gary Radice November 15, 2023 at 1:48 AM Hi Ellen. Much food for thought here. I guess it all depends on who you ask. My own thoughts are that being dead is being in that same state I was in before I was born. I'll add that I hope it isn't as I don't remember any of it. I just hope to continue enjoying the living part as best I can until that day. Cheers - Gary Ellen Gwaltney Bales November 15, 2023 at 3:34 AM Thank you, Gary, for reading my poem and commenting. I appreciate hearing your thoughts. Check out my poem "Birthdays in Heaven." Ellen