Tuesday, April 17, 2012

When (a poem)


When life gets worse each day,
why continue to live?
When life seems less each day,
why continue to give?

When all things matter the same,
do they truly matter?
When nothing matters at all,
what seeds do we scatter?

When life seems without meaning,
we still live and die.
When life comes to its end,
will we wonder why?

Stephen Brooke ©2012

Mostly an exercise.

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