My why is a guess.
I am quite sure.
In life, I do what is best,
but reality is never pure.
Why am I here?
Is it to serve a cat?
To give in to fear?
To never look good in a hat?
My purpose may be to love
others as it were
Perhaps rise above
hatred in the world
Be the friend, help a loved one
through ups and downs.
Or find a way to laugh and have fun
in the middle of a frown.
Why am I here?
I can only guess.
My life, my world, I simply hold dear,
and try not to make a mess.
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You are here to since the light of awareness
On all that exists –
To let the universe
Examine
Herself
I like that! 🙂
Sound like pretty good reasons to me. I’m still waiting on that second day.
Mr Twain makes it sound like we should know. I don’t know if that will ever happen but I just keep going forward. 😉
And, in my case, often sideways…
That makes 2 of us. I’m getting to the point where I’m starting to believe that my purpose in life is to be constantly searching and discovering.
“And try not to make a mess.”
And clean it up if I do 😦
Ha! That’s why someone invented the vacuum cleaner!
The what??
:-p
Our purpose is to love.
Period. The end.
Great poem, Mary!
Thanks for telling me why, Cathy.
🙂
Great poem. All good reasons.👍
Thanks for the positive comment! 🙂
❤ whatever it is, you are good at it, Miss Mary ❤
Obviously, you have never seen me play darts 😉 Thanks for the kind words 🙂
That is a great poem. Now you’ve got me thinking about why the hell I am here? I’m getting a headache….is it too early for a drink? xx
It’s never too early for adult refreshment. Sneak it in your coffee if you believe it’s too early, then relax and stop thinking so much! Enjoy the day!
I’ve started!! In full daylight – no hiding inside a mug of coffee – it’s in the glass, plain to see! xx
We like your poetry. But we think you are here to serve the cat. Sincerely, Bo and Kobi
Yeah, that’s what Gibbs and Ziva tell me. Meow.
I think I am here to drink a lot of beer, and eat a lot of bacon. That much I know!
Mmmmmm…bacon! I agree on that point.