The Meaning Of Life Poem by Deborah Downes

I strained till I hurt and strove at all cost
I laughed at my folly and cried at my loss.

I labored for money and lingered for pleasure
I sought comfort for sorrow and taunted in measure.

I drank from a cup both bitter and sweet
Till my hunger was sated and my wants were replete.

I gave of myself and held nothing back
Though I often retreated at first sign of attack.

So if you remember me after I’m gone
Think not how I’ve lived but how deeply I loved