Clara Okeefe Poet I do not know?

The Meaning of Life

What is the meaning of this life?

Is it pain and grief and strife?

Is it the happy and joyful things?

Those things that life finally brings?

Is it the dark and dreary trail?

Is it the plainness oh so stale?

Is it love, or little children?

Is it death that’s so forbidden?

Is it birth and death; so wrong?

Is it the final bells that gong?

Is it the little ones that are so dear?

Is it their love that’s always near?

Is it the balance of good and bad?

Is it the balance of happy and sad?

Is it adventure?

Is it surprise?

Is it that look in someone’s eyes?

Is it the planning of our demise?

Is it a deadly combination?

Is it all these and much tribulation?

Is it regret or fear of failure?

Is it like a drunken sailor?

I can’t find the answer high or low.

If you know please tell me so.

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Dorian Petersen Potter March 25, 2015 at 4:26 AM Nice pen Clara! Enjoyed your life meaning piece, dear friend. Enjoyed! A 7 from me! Thank you for sharing it. Wishing you a very lovely day! In his light! God bless you! :) Love and hugs! xxx D. Clara Okeefe March 27, 2015 at 8:12 PM Thank you; I appreciate your kindness.