Life's meaningA Poem by SorenOn a punch clock that has no checkout time On a pay phone that won't take my dime Accelerator stuck to the floor and no brakes Dependent on luck's give and takes On the back of Mercury I fly with no wings And wait to see what fortune brings I'll soon be given a sheet of grass Into which this mortal form will pass To rise again, at the break of day Becoming food for some, that will then be prey Charon on the river styx rows, but I give no token As the circle of life goes unbroken © 2022 SorenFeatured Review
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