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.
Copyright © Clara Okeefe | Year Posted 2015
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