What is our purpose
Living this life of struggle
With touches of joy
Fighting to enter this world
Then suffering to get out
In between is life
That can’t be taken with us
When we meet our end
Again I must ask…
What is our purpose
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A life in chaos
Wants and needs torn asunder
Caught in the middle
Really…what is one to do
But cope with what’s thrown their way
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winding road of life
Each must make their own future
Thriving in the now
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Both sides of a coin
Agony and ecstasy
Which one will it be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn of a new day
A blank slate awaits us all
Let us not waste it
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is the measure of a man’s life,
I don’t know but for myself.
Money never bought me happiness;
At least none that lasted more than a brief moment.
Cars…I’ve had many,
Exciting when shiny and new,
But their luster is lost over time as is their value.
I do not live in a palace,
It is modest to say the least and more than I need.
Retirement savings are but a dream,
I will likely work until I am called home.
With all this…what is the measure of my life?
It is family, my wife and children,
Their love for me as I love them.
It is the sun that rises overhead
And the life-giving rains that fall,
It is everything that nature provides.
It is living in harmony with the natural world,
Not fighting it or conquering it.
Yes, there is bad mixed with the good,
Pain and suffering mixed with the ecstasy,
But at the end of my days,
This will be the measure of this man.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life in the present
Perhaps our most precious time
What else do we have
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ravaged by the years
Bodies surrender to time
Winter of our lives
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Forced into uselessness
Our society deems them a nuisance
Retiring them to the annals of history
Gone are the days they were revered
Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom
Trusting instead in the coldness of technology
This is our way, leaving them out in the cold
Entombing them before their time
Never seeing beyond the length of their years
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shoulder to shoulder;
Ricocheting in pinball
Fashion…I’m alone.
Invisible to the hoard,
I am left almost breathless.
Would they notice my
absence. It seems unlikely
For such a small fish.
This sea called humanity
Shows its prey little mercy.
Swallowing it whole,
Spitting out the blood and bones,
It’s carnivorous.
Perhaps this truly is my fate
To fall victim to my fears.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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