You ask me to explain what life's about,
I'll answer you the only way I've got.
Our time to shine is brief, then it's snuffed out—
one minute we are here and then we're not.
But there's some things of which I am quite sure—
our life is no exam, it's not a test;
nor is it a disease which needs a cure.
No prize awaits for those who grovel best.
There is no deep, dark secret we must learn,
if happiness and purpose we would find.
To make the most of life while it's our turn,
just two small words suffice, they are "be kind".
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a rhyming poem of 12 lines or less that explains the meaning of life. |
Author Notes
Two other words spring to mind as well... "snowflake" and "hell". Nevertheless, I welcome the opportunity to offer another perspective on perhaps THE most important question of all. Thanks for reading.
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