The art of existence
poem by:
Paddy Mchale
Written
on May 13, 2016
The art of existence To stand Alone Is to want Is to hope Where am I who am I Why does everyone else have a purpose Am I happy Sometimes who knows then is anyone Does their purpose justify their existence Why should I care do I care Who knows So is this me as I stand Alone Is this my existence Sometimes There is an art to it
Tags: sad, deep, confused,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Good poem
Paddy Mchale
commented:
Thanks mate you're the first to comment on any of my stuff online
Christopher Russon
commented:
Don.t worry it will all come in time
Your poem is good.
I must read more of your work.
Josh Frye
commented:
Life consist of living on one's own.Great way to put it in the first few lines. Edit it like ten times,or twenty times ,and see what your brain comes up with, new version mabey
Paddy Mchale
commented:
Thanks for your comments I'm not sure about editing my stuff though Do you ever do that I dont reckon I'd be happy with messing it about
