Fri, 07/16/2021 - 11:23 -- mrapook

In a way
i have no idea
what life is all about.

i have plenty of questions
to ask the world
and many things to find out.

some tell me this
some tell me that
but i’m still very much in doubt,

for the world seems to me
an unhappy place
where people scream and shout!

they live a life
that’s their very own
which, no one else can route.

so whether good or bad
rich or poor
still people seem to pout,

for i really don’t think
that anyone knows
what life is all about!

This poem is about: 
Our world
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