What is life by Richard Maxfield 6-13-99 Many times, I set and wonder the meaning of life, I ponder what is life, all about at times I think, I will run and shout why am I here, what is my job why do others, kill and rob is there more life, way far in space what is this thing, called the human race how far have we come, how much do we know is love so real, or just for show if life is so good, and we are meant to share sometimes it hurts so, with all despair then I remember, when my child was born one look in his face and my sole was torn to see him grow and become a man that is life, what a plan I held my daughter, in my arms keeping her safe, from all harm the door bell rings, for her first date bring her home safe, and dont be late these are the things, that life is about life is worth living, there is no doubtBirth sign: Gemini
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