Henry Brown

Rookie - 22 Points (31 July 1947 / Johannesburg South Africa)

Living Life - Poem by Henry Brown

Life seems to have no meaning or no real purpose
We live for a while and all end up in hearses

From the day you are born to the day that you die
You will often ask yourself the question WHY

Why is there so much suffering and why so much pain
Why so many problems and why so little gain

Working for 8 to 5 for 5 days a week
So that you have the weekend to put up your feet

Then it goes so fast just like your cash
Blink your eyes and its over in a flash

I have found that money does not bring true
happiness
Although its nice to have I confess

Although friends are important to me
I cannot do with out my family

They are all precious gifts from my God on high
And now I understand the question I ask WHY

Why because my family is the best
Why because the weekend are for rest

Why because God is always by my side
Why because His arms are always open wide

Life is is a gift that is given to all
From God Almighty how you live is your call

HN BROWN 01 December 2015

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015



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