From the time we make our debut,
And emit that wailing lusty cry,
Until our days on earth are over,
And we accept our fate and die,
Whether we manage to be happy,
Or our time is filled with strife,
It seems we all are searching,
For the elusive meaning of life.
There don’t seem to be directions,
Or a book to point the way,
Some of us will seek it,
When we turn to God and pray.
Others will look elsewhere,
In dark depths and lose their souls,
Some may battle every day,
And try to reach their goals.
As we take our dying breath,
Will we have our answer then?
If we didn’t find life’s meaning,
We won’t go around again!
Copyright (c) 2010 by Carmen Henesy
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