Smith Graham

Rookie (1990-Present / Arizona)

Questions Of Time

Poem by Smith Graham

Questions come into mind
Of the world and of more
I wonder of ancient mankind
What their role was for

I also ponder my part in the world
How am I here and why?
Was it God who said 'Let my plan be unfurled,
Let these people live, then die'?

Is there any real meaning for life at all?
Is there anything we can do
To save the world from seeming small?
What, oh, what is really true?

I know I must travel alone on this quest
I’m sorry for wasting your time and being a pest

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 1, 2005