The Point of Life

It really is so very sad
 when the figures that one hears
 of those amongst the young
 that takes their life amidst many fears

 But it's not restricted to youth
 for many older end their days
 wishing not to live any more
 is life really such a haze?

 It was indeed many years ago
 when life seemed such a waste
 feeling that there was no purpose
 in living among the human race

 What was the point I said
 for no word can I communicate
 my tongue was continually in fear
 I really was an awful state

 Now I can look back with thanks
 to God's providential care
 slowly bringing me out of the mire
 promising for me to be always there

poetgord@2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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