A simple question.

Why do we fight our whole lives-
For something that we shall never know if it meant anything at all?

A simple question.

john blankenburg

Grafton, United States

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This is not really a poem. Its just what it is- A simple question. We all work so hard to become what is socially expected of us. To be an active and successful member of society. We look at the television and tabloids and build our lives around what others tell us is the acceptable. I heard a very good lyric from a song that is worded something like this-“Be cool or be cast out.” How true. But the question asks this. Why do we do all of this if someday we will be dead. After we die there is nothing more. No dreams, no memories of what once was. Even if we work hard to build a better life for the ones that we love. And to leave behind security of some sort after we are gone for them, will we even know that we did so? If everything goes to black and life as we know it just stops. Then everything that we do now while we are here stops. And to the dead there was never a past life anyways.

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