Trying to find purpose
in this bare existence
is meeting up against
a strong resistance.
The harder I try
the question is always why.
Why do I bother
when I know I will die.
Maybe not tomorrow
or the next day
but it’s coming down
the tracks and I will be
unable to get out of its way.
The meaning of life is
an intriguing riddle
that has for centuries people
divided down the middle.
Some believe that when
we depart this life
we will arrive in a new world
without any strife.
While others say we will
be returned to the clay
where our bodies will be
left to rot and decay.
We will only learn the answer
when we are gone
and that is only if the
latter viewpoint is wrong.

I just love your poems!
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“The meaning of life is
an intriguing riddle”
So true, loved it.
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Thanks.
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Powerful and heartfelt poem. Straight from the soul.Totally loved it😊
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Cheers.
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At least you are asking the question, most people are happy to gamble eternity without even putting the least effort into finding answers
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