Array ( [sid] => 185790 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Purpose: [time] => 2019-01-17 22:33:51 [hometext] => life means nothing without purpose. [bodytext] => I was made to live, serve, pay the bill and die.
Or was I made to live, to conquer and survive?
to rule I concur and control?
Not other people but my own soul.
Sure the sky looks black at night but is it real or just our poor sight.
Living and dying just don/'/t same right.
living without a purpose is not having insight.
Find your true purpose and enjoy one/'/s life.
The joy of knowing is just pure delight. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 107 [topic] => 21 [informant] => RICHARD_CAMPBELL [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Purpose:


Purpose:
Date: Thursday, 17th January 2019 @ 10:33:51 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: RICHARD_CAMPBELL
I was made to live, serve, pay the bill and die.
Or was I made to live, to conquer and survive?
to rule I concur and control?
Not other people but my own soul.
Sure the sky looks black at night but is it real or just our poor sight.
Living and dying just don/'/t same right.
living without a purpose is not having insight.
Find your true purpose and enjoy one/'/s life.
The joy of knowing is just pure delight.

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