We live life without knowing its purpose. I wrote this in a way to show what I think of it |
What is the meaning of life I had once asked my wife "It's something you learn to live dear" Her reply I could very well hear. Yet still it was confusing this new way that I am thinking I have so much around me Yet I cannot let life be As I sat under a cherry blossom tree I though to myself, "What would it be," "If there was no murder or racism Kidnapping or terrorism?" Will life be worth to live then Without the grief that we feel when We hear on the news the murder That struck us all from under. We are men We are women We are gay We are lesbian. We are Bisexual We are Transgender We are black We are white But we are all the same Life is not a game So why not accept the difference And prove we are all of equivalence. That night, when I went to bed Life was clear in my head. Life is about trust Life is about learning to adjust Live is about love Life is about figuring out how We are all equal and there is no Differences that we can't accept to follow "So," I told my kids "Life is about this The love and compassion we share And how well we spread equality in the life we bear..." The End |