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![]() | A Wasted Life ![]() Something random I couldn't help but write down while brooding at work on a slow day. ![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() Your description suggested that it is random, I didn't find it anywhere close to random. The poem deals with unsettled feelings, knowing that whatever you are doing, that there may be so much more you could be doing. A lot of people probably have those thoughts at work. For some it may feel like a dead end, that they work for 40 hours a week at a job they dislike, and naturally wonder why. It also is not hard to cast a caustic look at others, as they spend time gibbering and doing nothing productive, and again, wonder what the point of it all is. That isn't to say that I feel feel that way, but I can certainly understand it. Your poem looks at these issues with a clarity and understanding of what might be lost, and what might be gained. I guess everyone has to define for themselves what they want out of life. Some may find sitting and watching TV, completely fulfilling, while others, will feel as this poem states, wondering how to make something more of their lives. A poem like this is a personal one, though there will be many who see it like you, and many others like me, who can certainly appreciate your thoughts. It is an introspective, nicely written poem. Review from "Let's help each other grow- Closed" ![]()
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