Meaning

by Gwenyth Hill   Oct 1, 2017


Why should we give a damn about each day
There already numbered anyway

We all eventually die
We all eventually fall
Frightening isn't it?
But that's not the half of it all

So why do we try to smile
There is no point to this action
By doing so we prove our denial
Over what will soon happen

Time is our biggest enemy
It flows on, even when we are gone
No one can control it
We are all its pawn

What is the reason for life
If death follows it's every trace
Life comes first, and death follows swiftly
Like a never ending race

Many have pondered
the reason for our existence
What if we have none?
And we're simply putting up resistance

To the very fact our lives are meaningless
We're all here to perish
Life will always end
And our dreams always turns nightmarish

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  • 1 week ago

    by Free verse

    Time is the true measure of our existence.
    And we are here for a reason.
    Reason is to love each other.

  • 1 week ago

    by mossgirl19

    Ahh, Gwen...you hit the nails with your poems just like this...what you say here is true and I feel you deeply. These are the painful truths of our life.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Welcome to the site, Gwenyth.

    I love the poem but probably disagree with the sentiment somewhat. Although, I have felt like this at times.
    The fact is, we will never know why we're here or if there is any reason at all to it. The only thing we can be sure of is death, absolutely. But none of that gives us an excuse to give in or not do our best to enjoy the time we're here. After all, there is nothing to lose, as you so rightly point out. Ultimately, the choice is this: spend 80-90 years downcast and miserable at the thought of certain death or spend the same time living like there's no tomorrow...there may not be.

    Well written, by the way - and I like Robert Frost too - particularly 'The Road Not Taken'.

    Ben

    • 1 week ago

      by Gwenyth Hill

      Thank you. That is my favourite poem of Robert Frost. I appreciate your opinion.

      Gwen

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