The Meaning of Life
By Leslie Noyes
We serve as witness
No more, no less, bearing weight
Of life’s existence
That’s why we remain
When those we love cease to be
We serve as witness
When my time here ends
Serve as my witness; I lived
I can ask no more
Living in this world
takes concentration and verve
not to mention nerve.
Pain abounds in life
miseries without an end
oh humanity!
Yet deep within us
exists enduring beauty
sweetly transcendent.
Photos found on Pinterest.
Peace, people!
“In Loving Memory” was the Daily Post’s prompt tasking bloggers with writing our own obituaries.
Born,
Learned,
Cared.
Erred, and erred, and erred.
Sang,
Danced,
Cried.
Felt,
Loved,
Died.
A lesson
Each life
Teaches:
We only
Have this
Time. No
More. No
Less. Live.
Praying for Eyebrowz 