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I stand here and gaze at the stars in the sky,
And wonder what happens to me when I die?
But harder to see with my very own eye,
Is purpose of life as it passes me by.
I must first consider the where, when, and why?
And who it was or what it was, that caused my goodbye?
What was important, whether girl or a guy?
A purposeful life, or is that just a lie?
Was it important, the people I knew?
Or what I did or didn’t do?
Was it what I learned as my knowledge grew?
Or what I passed on, at least to a few?
My soul sends its message in pure clarity,
My purpose in life was that I became me.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2023
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