Mundane

by Steven Beesley   Jul 5, 2005


We all whisk around quickly in our short lives.
This starts already from the cradle and ends in the grave.

We are all molded to walk down this path.
we all go to school, finish and maintain a career.
Only to pay heavily for taxes.

Some will have families of their own to mold in the same way.
Some may not and wake up one day to ask just what is it all about?

But it's all the same, no one can answer this.
So we carry on and go along our ways.
The average and mundane lives we all lead from the cradle to the grave.

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  • 17 years ago

    by KAP DAR

    This starts already from the cradle and ends in the grave

    I find this sadly all to true.
    good poem 5/5