What’s the point
of life
as I tread water waiting for minutes
to pass
by into hours into days into weeks
Why do I
bother
with hobbies and pastimes and things to do
which mean
nothing to me or anyone else
When will it
finish
this temporary journey on earth
laid out
by a higher presence unknown to me
How will I know
when it’s time to go,
time to leave this sacred realm?
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Author:
nicolab (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2022 15:51
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Hmmm, never thought of that before, I suppose we won't until our Lord calls us home, thoughtful piece
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