Life Without Meaning, Isn't A Life At All

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is the reason why i still live.

Submitted: April 17, 2012

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Submitted: April 17, 2012

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We know that all life has some sort of meaning,

because life without meaning, isn't a life at all.

To have someone there at times when needed,

and there to catch you when you fall.

 

I never knew any meanings of my life before,

until the day i gave birth to my son.

To be a mother is my meaning of life,

i don't have other reasons, just only that one.

 

Inside, deep down i know im on my own,

no-one to continue showing me right from wrong.

But my meaning of life is to be the best mother i can be,

so for my son my mind has to stay strong.

 

I admit i have felt like i have no purpose in life,

want to leave to get rid of all this hurt and pain.

But to leave my meaning of life and my son behind,

will surely be selfishly insane.

 

So i'm going to carry on with my meaning of life,

stay side by side with my son and stand up tall.

I know that life has to have some meaning,

because life without meaning, isn't a life at all.

 

 

 

 


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