It turned out well, but it's a little sad at the end. Well, not sad, but it's not happy either :P
Purpose
by Tim Wood
Is it ours to hold?
Life is an accident,
or so I'm told.
It started with an atom
which made a big boom,
thus forming life,
planets, stars and moons.
They poison our minds with this horrible lie.
They say there's no reason to live or to die.
They always search for purpose,
they always find none.
Is life simply a mistake?
That makes no sense for goodness' sake!
We were created with a plan in mind.
What's our purpose? That's our's to find.
I pray for the lost, both elder and youth,
that they'll eventually find the truth.
But they always search for purpose,
they always find none...
5 comments:
Great job on the poem. The subject has been an interest of mine for a while now. If you go to my blog and read the entry entitled "Discoveries" you can see that. Anyways, I loved the poem. I'll be sure to check back for more =).
Haha, thanks! I'll go check that out :)
Your welcome. Oh and thank you. It is quite long sorry =| but I can't help but elaborate.
:)
You're welcome!
I really liked it :)
=) Well I'm glad you liked it then. =)
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