With a purpose
In this beautiful but harsh world
We were born.
Came along was our first cry.
Cry of joy for the world’s beauty
Or cry of pain for uncertainty?
In the arms of the beloved
We were cradled to silence
And hummed to peaceful sleep
The first step
First taste of independence
Our first triumph
The first fall
First taste of bitterness
Our first defeat
Age of choice and decision
Armed with confidence and firm will
We trekked life’s direction.
Happy are those
To whom life was benevolent
They have what were deprived from others.
But no matter what direction, one chose
All will head to just one
To the final destination.
Where life will complete its circle
When the purpose is done
Sealed by a beloved’s cry.
Bojo
love this one....i still have to drill my brain to come up with something like this...have not written something worthwhile such as this for quite awhile...
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