The reason of being


I tried to pour out the meaning of life
from a vessel of brewing age
And all that I got was a cupful of broth
garnished with twigs of insiped sage.

The meaning of life was differently felt

by those whose lips it touch
Some found it sweet while others sour
and nothing really upto much.

Few said it helps to nourish the body

of our rapidly shrinking faith
Ingredients and condiments a perfect blend
that is freshly served never late.

Not satisfied I went on to seek for myself

the meaning of life and pains
Until I wore off my cape of resemblance
and the thickness of my veins.

For the meaning of life seemed far superior

and known to only a few
Who served it out in dollops of parables
to fool staving minds anew.

Unable to decipher after all my search

I lay in my bed
tired and lonely with no desire
for life in my head.

And then I saw the meaning of life

in a burning candle’s flame
And all that it said was it must burn
spreading light was its aim.

From then on I found the meaning of life

in various forms and hues 
in the simple things that go unseen 
while life passesby without a clue.

copyrighted by Annadine Charles.


7 Comments Add yours

  1. Jerry Peri says:

    This is sweet and vivid!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. An uplifting poem, Annadine. Lovely. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you …happy you liked it😊

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Simon says:

    That’s a very thoughtful and thought provoking piece… I can relate to the search for meaning.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Simon says:

        PLeasure 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

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