Purpose of Life

purpose of life,

I look for, here and there,

search through my eyes,

listen through my ears,

the wisdom of men

who could tell me,

enlighten me,

what it is to live:

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some say it is to love God,

that is what living is about,

praise the Lord, respect him,

fear him, beseech him;

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some others say,

it is all about riches,

those bucks are what life is,

slay for it, bloody possess it anyway;

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I stumble across many others,

asking them to share their mind

of what they thought,

life is about-

.

some say life is to slumber,

and eat and keep on doing it,

again and again

and yet again;

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some others say life is a harlot,

so f**k it, stray around the streets,

inhabit the ditches,

and what the heck, smoke it away;

.

I am blind, flay my hands around,

asking why I should live; the purpose-

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some say life is a smooth deal,

it is the passion, the lust, emotion,

that makes life what it is, hence the

purpose, my friend, is all about love;

.

I find others saying life is charity,

partake in virtuous deeds,

feed the starving and wipe away

the tears of the agonized, and hence you lived;

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still confused, my head dizzy

I  plummet with the question at my tongue;

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a man-woman approaches me,

and whispers into my ears,

life is you, life is me, stop asking

and start living and that is life;

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and that is life, and that is life,

I am told, I wonder if that is life

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*For dVerse: List Poetry.