Ponder Me

An impromptu poem while I was sitting one morning before work.

“Ponder Me”

I sit here pondering the meaning of life

I am thinking of coffee and time with my wife

Lingering between should I write, or should I read

Trying to decide which of my desires to feed

 

Is that what life is, a battle between wants,

Or is it truth, creation, and selflessness that haunts

I know God has a purpose for me, a plan

He wants me to seek to be a righteous man

 

To punctuate or not, who will see my story

When all is said and done, to whom goes the glory

So many things in life to which I could toy

What of these things could bring happiness or joy?

 

Please don’t judge me so, oh no, I could not bear

Are you so pure that I should squint from the glare?

After all we are just flesh and bone trying to make it through

Toward what should we toil before the end of me and you?

Reviews

[Sarah Jane]

I like it! I find myself sitting on my couch in silence a lot not knowing what to do next. What task is more important. What hobby should I divulge in. This poem captures that feeling perfect. Well done.

[PenManShep]

Thank you for your review.