Living Poem by Sandra Feldman
Living
Our lives are made of floating foam,
Our salty tears are ours alone,
The path we travel, so unknown,
And life's true purpose, still unknown.
As life precipitates the fall,
Down lost and empty halls
Of Nothingness,
Please God, help me accept,
The Absurdity, of almost all.
Our lives are made of floating foam, Our salty tears are ours alone....very emotive expression! So nicely penned.....10
Beautiful. I used to have the same questions before I stopped looking for the answers :)
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4/26/2024 7:07:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sometimes we wonder about this absurdity called life.