What is the aim...
...of one being shamed?
What is the motive...
...when one can't forgive?
What is the goal...
...to lose a soul?
What is the plan...
...when man hurts man?
What is the design...
...when you no longer shine?
What is the intent...
...when one is spent?
What does one intend...
...when there is no end?
What is the purpose of it all...
...when all you do is fall?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's called Life, dang hard as it is with sometimes more downs than ups....There is no purpose other than like serving time here will lead us straight to Him in the end, no time spent in between...Good Lord, I could ask every question you have here, perhaps 75 % on site could say the same...It is a sad, sad but touching one in the heart poem jojo.....your words are not in Limbo, not at all, , , , , , hugs, marci.