Unkown Poem by James Ajala

Our days here are numbered
The time we spend going to and fro is limited
We have dreams and aspirations of being great
There times when we fail
But in all of these we have being given instincts to push further
Failure on our path is not to let in
As breakthrough will surely surface when persistence is on
Having said all of these….
What does the earth has to offer mankind
Is it the struggles within?
Pain, sorrow and death are all part of the story
Everyone being housed by the earth must taste these
What then is the purpose of man?
Living in a world full of uncertainties