Strange Life Poem by Sandra Feldman
Strange Life
I have some ideas,
But they're all tangled up,
Feelings premiere, but are not way on top,
I am confused, Doubt's Runner-Up,
The more I Live, the more I Doubt,
No one will tell me, 'the coast is clear'
Nor why we live, nor why we're here,
So I'll go on, day in and day out,
Still wondering and not finding out,
What this Strange Life is all about.
It is indeed a strange life, which no-one understands. Well said and written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/23/2024 6:19:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem. The mystic philosophy of our misty lives, often not apprehensible unless delved deep, leaves for us the perpetual enigma: 'No one will tell me, 'the coast is clear' Nor why we live, nor why we're here, ' And perhaps, so is the summary of your beautiful poem: 'So I'll go on, day in and day out, Still wondering and not finding out, What this Strange Life is all about.' Very well written, Sandra!