Apart from the greater griefs,
one common disadvantage of being old
is that, from waking to sleep,
you simply haven't enough to do.
All the words have been said;
the funeral arrangements have been made.
The meaning of life, you decide,
is that it has no meaning.
What about your achievements?
Well, you have achieved them: and so what?
You've done them; they are done;
and now, you have no end in view –
except that obvious one.
Well, that at least you can look forward to!
Secret of life, old soul:
always face the future with a goal.
Afternoon thoughts
© Copyright: David Lake, 2003
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A poem which will make one think very deeply about the purpose of life in general and one's one goals and priorities in particular. Very well written!
Гладиатор 30.01.2004 20:28 • Заявить о нарушении
Гладиатор 30.01.2004 20:28 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, Gladiator. I am pleased the poem pleased you, or at least gave you to think about life - and death.
David Lake 02.02.2004 11:50 Заявить о нарушении
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