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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

Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023

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Sandra Doolan Date: 11/23/2023 6:45:00 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 Login to Reply Ellen Gwaltney Bales Date: 11/24/2023 12:57:00 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 Date: 11/15/2023 1:48:00 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 Login to Reply Ellen Gwaltney Bales Date: 11/15/2023 3:34:00 AM Thank you, Gary, for reading my poem and commenting. I appreciate hearing your thoughts. Check out my poem "Birthdays in Heaven." Ellen