Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

What Is It Just To Live?


WHAT IS IT JUST TO LIVE?

What is it just to live?
To not have to make
Or be anything?
To not have to prove one’s worth?
To not have to write
As if writing would save the world?

What is it just to live?

Can I do this again
Without the anxiety and frustration
I had years go
Before I began to write?

Can I live without writing
And be alright?
Is it possible?

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (10/2/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    So many are just living for only themselves. The beauty is living to help others gaining pure satisfaction. The writing is a wonderful way to heal yourself from the greedy, for there are many. So keep it up. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (10/1/2013 8:04:00 PM)

    right to speech and expression and without it life is in frustration. good one, thanks.
    I request you to read my poems and especially poem'family members and vote
    Link- www.poemhunter.com/contest-vote/family-members/ (Report) Reply

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