The Ways Of Life Poem by Lenore Lee
The Ways Of Life
Do not conform to the ways
‘The ways' are but a way to capture your spirit,
To break your heart,
To kill your soul.
The ways cause tears to run down my face,
In the dark,
In the light,
In the twilight.
For no matter what time of day it is nothing changes,
People go through the motions,
Like animals,
Like robots.
No one is willing to explore and enjoy life,
We don't live, we exist,
We just stroll through our lives,
Meaningless, pointless.
Work is everyone's first priority,
But why?
Isn't work supposed to be a way to pay for our lives?
Not the meaning for our lives...
Wow, Lenore, I like very much the wisdom expressed in this beautiful poem. Let us start to live and not just exist. Let us wake up and enjoy that sunrise. Let us fully enjoy the smile on the beggar's face. Let us do so many small things that give love and warmth to the soul. This is a great poem
Lenore, While it is true that work is a means to an end for us to survive it also allows a surplus to be accumulated to allow us leisure time and time for our real passion - art, poetry, sport, socialising, volunteering etcetera. However, work especially a profession can be a real joy as we become good at our chosen field and build a skills base and provide not only a living for ourselves but assistance to others that may be very rewarding if not tiring at times. Much of my life experiences come from work and interactions with others or by bringing my art to it and allowing my art to influence it. It is a necessary thing and a thing that allows us to greatly appreciate our spare time and holidays. A good poem though. We should always keep exploring ideas and not be affraid to examine even little whims or trains of thought or even a clever line that could be developed further, even a thought from a conversation or a few words overheard. It can be deadly serious or just fun. It is its own universe. Keep writing, read others work and adapt and grow to be you. Thanks again for your poem. Can't wait to see what you make of some of mine, lol. Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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We don't live, we exist, We just stroll through our lives, Meaningless, pointless. Work is everyone's first priority, But why? Isn't work supposed to be a way to pay for our lives? Not the meaning for our lives... exactly you have said, work should be a way to pay our lives.