Patti Masterman

What Use Is Life - Poem by Patti Masterman

Tell me, of what use is life
If the dearest thing to you
Just wants to wound you;
It already knows all your weak spots.
Where is trust, where is fidelity?
This world knows nothing of it.

Once I was as dear to another
And I didn't appreciate as much perhaps
As I should have, because there was always jealousy afoot
Trying to ruin happiness and contentment.
What use is life, if our joy only hurts others
Who think they receive less love, simply because we are loved?

There are no winners in this world,
So let the takers take, just give it all away;
Until there is nothing left that they can steal,
Except for peace of mind-
But that was stolen so long ago, it doesn't matter anymore.

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  • Is It Poetry James Mclain (4/21/2012 12:34:00 PM)

    Your words.
    Well they ARE....IIP
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

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