Why Is Life? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Why Is Life?
Wondering about life and why it's so complicatingly simple.
How are we led to enter such a world?
No ideas of what to expect, we are just ejected from our mothers and expected to learn so much in a short, temporary life.
There seems to be no sense in all of it, because after we live and learn all we can, we are sent to deathbeds to expire and forget it all in one last moment of breath.
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