Michael Tunduli Poems
|43.||She Is Crying||7/13/2009|
|44.||Gone Too Soon||6/9/2010|
|45.||If I Gave You||11/26/2010|
|47.||Walk In.Walk Out||4/17/2009|
|48.||Why Am I Here||4/17/2009|
Why Am I Here
Am no extra-ordinary person, am like you
Like many I have often wondered, why am I here?
To live for few years and die?
To amass as much wealth as I can and enjoy?
I looked for answers from the east to the west
But whatever, each only increased my emptiness
Than at the beginning of my quest
West’s dry philosophies couldn’t nor the east’s lies.
Whatever I tried, there was a hole within
That neither pleasure nor work could fill
A relationship couldn’t too, it increased the void
In atheism, the hole almost swallowed me up!
How foolish and blind...
Let’s not say to have sex is to make love
There is a wide chasm between the two
One is a gift to us from above
Another a short time stealing of you
And has consequences
Indeed you reap what you sow
Sex is for the married and in marriage
Though it’s looks so pleasing and desirable