Who am I meant to be?
A question worthy of pondering.
Was I placed on this earth for a reason?
If so, what is it, I’m wondering.
The things that I do feel frivolous;
certainly not worthy of merit.
If I have a higher purpose,
I sure wish God would share it.
It seems I walk through my days
stitching minute up tight to minute.
Hours fly by in a flash
What have I got to show for it?
If it isn’t yet quite clear to you,
then I will shout it as loud as I can...
I don’t have the faintest idea
who the hell I am.
2 comments:
Tamara, I really like the way you write... this is a lovely piece. Genece
Genece,
Thanks for stopping by. What a treat to see your name in my comments. I am glad that you enjoyed the poem.
Warmly,
Tamara
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