Little Sperling Poet Free verse

The Secret Life of Flies

We sit all day long
On the wall, or the ceiling
Watching
Buzzing
Bored out of our minds
Ugly and black
Unwanted
Mortal
We fly in hectic circles
For hours
-No purpose… No purpose
At all-
And die.

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Kevin Shaw June 6, 2017 at 5:24 PM I like this poem, I must admit to often wondering the same, Midges skimming the water, what do they get out of life, what purpose, thanks for the poem McKay it is well presented and easy to read, regards Kevin Little Sperling June 21, 2017 at 5:10 PM Thank you! I was inspired to write this poem by the book, "The Secret Life of Bees." I wondered, if the purpose of bees' lives can be compared to humans, what insight can flies' lives possibly offer?