Terry Miller Poet Rhyme

Why Are We Here

I have died by sword, by pox;
in my dotage years, at birth;
interred in many a box.
I eternal roam this earth
in one form or another;
I will forever be a
child of another mother.
With this soul, I play, replay;
constant will until I find
that for which all men do search;
inner calm and peace of mind.

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Valsa George August 21, 2023 at 9:20 PM Congratulations Terry on your well deserved podium win ! Stay blessed dear friend ! Terry Miller August 22, 2023 at 9:17 AM Thank you Valsa

Sotto Poet August 21, 2023 at 6:59 AM I extend my heartfelt congratulations on your well-deserved win. Your exquisitely crafted poem boasts an array of remarkable verses that simply cannot escape notice. Terry Miller August 21, 2023 at 8:14 AM Thank you for your kind remarks, I much admired your entry.

Valsa George August 11, 2023 at 10:22 PM We are all on an eternal quest after peace and happiness. Until we get it, we take birth several times ( though I don't agree) However, we won't be at rest until we find that internal calm ! Let us be here to make our life and the life of others beautiful ! Great thoughts Terry ! Terry Miller August 21, 2023 at 8:14 AM Thank you Valsa