Inside the trot through life
we canter what could be,
over mountains of questions
inside other's thoughts of what is,
But we conclude what will
after evaluating the smell, so sweet
eat the hay fed, but take a good look
and see what today is,
Hope for an afterlife, if your miserable
see what may come in dreams
but never leave
the mountain of dreams behind
A contest entry
- What is the meaning of Life? by SweetRoses.
525 points, ended September 26, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This makes sense. "Hope for an afterlife,....but never leave the mountain of dreams behind." I like it. Thank you for making me feel a little less lost.

