Poetry Day: The Point Is?

(The point of life?  Damned if I know.)

Is there any point?
To most of what we do.
Toiling time away.
Ignoring fallen dreams.

 

We earn our own survival.
But give up a life well-lived.
No stories will be told.
That involve our daily grind.

 

Too many traps upon the road.
To suck away your chances.
Greed of those around you.
Forging guilt if you try to soar.

 

Who thought that this was good?
That most will waste their lives.
Many corpses buried.
Among their shattered aspirations.

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Poetry Day: The Point Is?

  1. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:

    Some things have been disheartening, yes. I would love to see these things change.

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  2. A tough one , Charles. Life can be disappointing.

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  3. For me, this is more of a call to action. Don’t give up your joy for those dull pursuits.

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