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Is It Worth It?

Contributed by mary0005 on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 06:08:39 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Its dreaded
Feared
Unwanted.
People spend lifetimes
Trying to avoid it,
To postpone it.

Some look at it optimistically.
Convince themselves:
It cant all be for nothing.
We werent put here to live
And dream
And hope for a brighter future,
If were just going to die.
They agree
There is more after.
We live and accomplish
And are judged by it later.

But are we?

We are simply Gods game.
We look to the future
To bring us brighter things.
We work hard
To earn them.
We are eager,
We are strong.
And we die.

All our work,
All our effort
Simply postpones
What we now know to be
The inevitable.

So why do we continue to try?

Because that is the nature of humans.
We are not the smarter animals
Like we so often say we are.
We are fitted with
A stupid stubbornness.
And we dont learn
From the mistakes.
We never will
For we are a doomed race,
It was evident from the start.
But people avoid
It so much that
We begin to forget to notice.

But not me.
Never me.
I have always been different.

The humans said
I was troubled.
Said I was different.
Looked at me like
I was mad;
Crazy!
And stupid.

But theyll never know
I was right all along.
I saw past Gods mask,
And won the game
Before ever stepping
On the squares.
Because thats the only way
You can win.

Once you begin to play,
Death is no longer
A winners prize.
But if you take
The prize
At the start,
You have won.

Im taking myself
From the game.
And,
By doing so,
I will win.




Copyright © mary0005 ... [ 2004-02-22 18:08:39]
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Re: Is It Worth It? (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 06:27:08 PM AEST
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This is really good!


Re: Is It Worth It? (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 06:58:52 PM AEST
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Good write something to think about.Hope its not suicidel.trust in God and hope for the best.read my latest regards Wes,...


Re: Is It Worth It? (User Rating: 1 )
by lb12 on Saturday, 12th June 2004 @ 10:33:04 PM AEST
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No, it isn't worth it. I agree that life really has no meaning but to be born and then eventually to die someday, and to be forgotten as well. This poem has such a deep, thoughtful, amazing feeling in it. It's so different, and intelligent, it really gets me thinking... this is probably one of the best poems written on this site. Great write :). And you aren't crazy, stupid, or troubled, if this poem has anything to do with you. You are, however, different, in an amazing way.
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