Poem of what life means

In time we are but a drop of liquid in all of the other liquid.

We quickly collide with others and are amassed amid.

We want, we need, we love and die.

We feel, we know, and we cry.

We exist and know we do each and every day.

We are unlike the animals in that very way.

I wonder if within out sentient soul we all feel that fear.

I can see it in the creation of God by man this is clear.

For the greatest fear is ceasing to be.

I know it is coming and will finally be here for me.

Submitted: April 06, 2012

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I really like it. Just one thought, if you don't mind, you could have used the word fluid, instead of liquid twice, or perhaps another word that means liquid. Other than that one very minor observation, I liked your poem.

Fri, April 6th, 2012 1:41pm


Thanks, your right.

Sun, April 8th, 2012 6:04am

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