Whoever Would Have Thought? Poem by Red Brist

Whoever would have thought?
Life's purpose
Live
Wait
Dream
Succeed
What does it all mean?
Where does it all go?
We come into the world naked
And so shall we leave
Where are the footprints
The mark of being?
We ask 'Why? '
Uncontrollably
Yet the question still lies unanswered
We die with life left
But out of reach to breathe it
Into existence