Purposes Poem by Niamh Gold

Purposes



Everything has a purpose,
Or a talent if you will.
Some to sing, others dance,
Some creatures are born to kill.
No matter what your purpose is,
Whether you like it or not.
The end result will always be,
The result your purpose wants.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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