Life - Poem by Maryanne Richards
Life is for living.
What does that mean?
Does it mean we should chase
Every fanciful dream.
Lots of money, big house,
Parties with friends,
Be someone big in the eyes of the world.
Is that living, to be among all that is dead.
When there's no love, with all its colour and change,
Intolerance for others is not so strange.
In time we will meet that web of deceit
And realise the deceiver and the deceived is me.
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