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Created on: February 15, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
I sought to find an answer that would strip me of my strife,
To find the great solution - the meaning of this life.
I entered great reflection and I pondered long for years;
Until I sensed the answer now had finally drawn near...
Too late I found this life has but the meaning that we give it,
And if you seek it's meaning then it's this; to simply live it.
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Poetry: Meaning of life
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When I was a little boy
We played from dawn til dark
Chasing baseballs hit aloft
In
The meaning of Life I ponder
How can good conquer evil? I often wonder
To make a difference I must
By showing of love and
your dragonfly
the beautiful nuisance
I dreamed myself to be
has stayed too long
passed waking
to be of worth to anyone
who resides
Life is a Mirrage
I hear your whispers
I feel your kisses
But it all seems like a dream
With every moment passing
And every secret
A questioned pondered by many, understood by a few
Our purpose, meaning, reason for being,
What were we created to do?
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