This world is bleak
and i at times wonder if there is an y purpose in life i live my life as if i merely go through the motions.my body is in spirt. yet my phisical form is dead:how ever ,i keep strggling for if man is to stop struggling then he shall sherly die.
this poem is wonderful to me. i didnt rite it. allton did. mt 9th grade bcis teacher Mr.gainey.introduced me to it.
