Answers For Questions Poem by Sara Jo Andrews

Sitting here in this world I call mine,
I wonder as I always do, what this day is going to bring.
I ponder once again the questions life brings,
The questions I hold in hopes of answering.
Mayhap one day these answers will find me,
As I sit in this world I call mine.
I bring forth several pieces of wisdom.
This wisdom I have earned has not been an easy task.
A task that becomes tiresome and daunting with each passing day.
With each passing day the truth or this knowledge,
Spurs a new found strength to struggle on, for the
Next day must come, for my answers are not found.
Perhaps, once again one day these answers will present themselves to me.
So how long, I ask myself can I drag out, this deluge of words.
My answer to this reasonable question is this:
However long I damn well please or until I run out of ink or paper.
I shall leave you with this, weary seeker,
The miserable mayhap no medicine but they do have hope, bear this in mind,
When on your quest.
For this being spoken, lose not hope.
-Sara Jo Andrews 06/11/08