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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

Date: 6/6/2017 5:24:00 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
Date: 6/21/2017 5:10:00 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?