Meaning of Life

Life goes on
and comes to new dawns.
Somehow one question remains on.
what is the meaning of life?
It's leaves falling from a tree.
children playing to be free.
First time mothers learning life.
Death and destruction to give us fright.
Flowers budding in the sunlight.
it is when we walk and explore,
see things new and before.
It is sunlight in the sky.
then one day we may die.
Life is like a room full of furniture.
It is fine sometimes,
but we can change for better or for worse.
Millions of combinations for this room.
None right nor wrong,
just endless choices that carry on.

© 1993 Paradox


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