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The Meaning of Life

Mom and Dad committed a terrible crime and now we all stand before the Judge for sentencing. With tears in my eyes, agony in my heart and remorse in my soul, It hurts for Him to declare my punishment Life. On a cold December night, I entered the prison Scared, crying and confused. All ties to my home were severed with the snip of a scissor And I was given a new uniform, along with a Number My new identity. I was given to two inmates who were chosen to look after me. They comforted me as I cried and catered to my needs. When I was strong enough, I got the Grand Tour Pain Suffering Misery Unhappiness I spent my stay trying to atone for Mom and Dad’s sins But our crimes were far too great At last, my day arrived and I chased the large white light That led me to the throne of my Maker Humbly, I asked “Why did you send me to that terrible place?” “What is the meaning of life?” He said Therein lies your answer.

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Date: 7/3/2016 12:56:00 AM
SHERRI, enjoyed reading your poem, thank you for sharing your thoughts through words. *SKAT*
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