Phylisophical Rythm - Poem by 3942

Why live?
Why die?
Why ask?
Why cry?
Life is full of twisting growing thoughts.
Nourished only to grow with words sought.
Why write?
Why words?
Why think?
Who heard?
Does any one care what crosses my mind?
Or are my words only whimsical thoughts to be lost with time?
Next verse.
Next line.
Next chapter.
Only thoughts of mine.
As day greets night.
We all shall pass.
Only to be remembered by words that last.

Isaac Johnson

Comments about Phylisophical Rythm by 3942

  • (4/24/2006 1:29:00 PM)

    A deep meaningful write. Well done

    Patricia Gale
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  • (4/24/2006 10:42:00 AM)

    takes root
    in the heart
    and we need some way
    to grasp
    the immensity
    a fine poem
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

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