Pondering The Meaning Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Harmonica playing, sadly falling upon this mind, taking it
along in melodies of sadness.

Looking ahead, seeing nothing but emptiness as I sit here
in front of a campfire by the lake, pondering the meaning
of life, knowing it's reason will never be known.

Watching sparks rise into the atmosphere as I poke it's
embers with a tree branch taken from the ground where it
lay, dried out and broken, no longer any life within it.

Continuing to watch little sparks glisten and die, knowing
that this life will expire in much the same way, one day in
our futures.