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Wandering in the dark



What is it I’m supposed to do
Why ever am I here
I have been around a long time
The answers aren’t to clear

For fifty years I’ve wandered
Doing as I’ve thought
Where did I go wrong
What lesson was I taught

I hope there is a plan for me
To touch the hearts of man
I cannot figure what it is
But I’m doing what I can

Sometimes it seems all is lost
I try and somehow fail
Like I’m swinging with a hammer
And never hit the nail

I helped a gal at Christmas time
Buying gifts for her children and spouse
On the twenty fifth she flipped out
And burned down the entire house

The things I do to help folks out
Seems to bite me on the butt
Please tell me it is just a phase
I am just stuck in a rut

There needs to be much more for me
I’ve done nothing special with my life
I made a woman happy once
Fifteen years she was my wife

I have a longing in my heart
To rise above the crowd
Soon I need to find a reason
To stand and cry aloud

I pray the day is coming
And I really am sincere
That I can make a difference
Then I’ll know just why I’m here



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Why do I exist. What is my purpose. ABCB rhying poetry. I hope this fits your contest and I hope it is an excepted form.

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  • Dark Otter
    August 9, 2008

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    It's a fine entry!

    Its okay to doubt our purpose and our existence. The most important thing is to keep asking questions and to keep moving forward. The most important question has always been, "Why?"


  • GizmoFox
    August 8, 2008

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    I feel you; I often feel the same. There has got to be a reason for our existance; but I figure the fun and best part is figuring it out. However, I also beleive that everybody we meet teaches us something and us them in return; this alone makes me feel there is a reason for my being here. Sometimes it's something small you might say or some small/kind gesture but to that other person it could and can mean so... much more. Some times it's the simple things that count; I think most of us loose sight of this. I look forward to reading more... Thank you for sharing!
    KPS