Purpose Poem by Lauren Saari

Purpose



The rug by the door
is to wipe your feet
and chair with a cushion
is there for a seat

A pillow is someplace
to rest your sleepy head
And a coffin is someplace
where we place the dead

Everything has a purpose
And someday I hope to see
Something just right,
The purpose for me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
9 1 08 January 2009

simple and to the point, nice.

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