Life Has A Purpose
by Peter S. Quinn - May 18, 1999

Flowers shall blossom in a summer season,
Colours are given variable shades;
That into months ahead decays and fades,
For life has a purpose and death's its reason.
If we know too late when all in all's done,
That gold is all given so it then degrades;
Then there is no future nor love that pervades,
For meaning then aimlessly carries on.

Yesteryear worth can have vision of gold,
That enlightens the past once was so near,
We were not able to clearly see all.
Memories passed need not to become old,
If we still remember to keep them dear,
Though after, summer reappears the fall.

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reg. id26147
titleLife Has A Purpose
authorPeter S. Quinn
yearMay 18, 1999
lang. org.English
copyrightPeter S. Quinn

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