The Meaning of Life (or was it Death?)A Poem by Blake McDuffieolder poemWas it worth it Living in destitution Only to live in fame’s Gentle embrace Only to die bitter And alone What does it matter We will all lie In a crate and be Shipped to God knows where Should we live in fear of Love and pain Or continue the assumption That there is truly safety I can’t wait ‘till you dance Over my ashes And weep on my tombstone What is the meaning of life Honestly I’d rather not know By the way I hope you find Some strong arms It won’t be easy Lowering me six feet under © 2008 Blake McDuffieReviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 18, 2008 AuthorBlake McDuffieBaton Rouge, LAAboutEnglish major at LSU 20 I write mostly short stories I also enjoy poems more..Writing
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