Poetry 177: World War None

What’s the point
Of living
If it means
Giving up

What blossoms
In the light
What gives
Meaning to life

What’s the point
Of living
If it means
Forgetting

A beautiful reminder
Of change
A colorful end
Some might think strange

What’s the point
Of living
If it means
Losing

That harmony
The melody of life
A sharp soundtrack at times
It cuts like a knife

What’s the point
Of living
If it means
Deserting

An organ that beats
And screams
A thousand
“I love you” hymns

What’s the point
Of living
If there is
Noone…to plant flowers or trees
Noone…to capture the seasons change
Noone…to sing with
Noone…to love

What’s a world
Without flowers or autumn
Without music or love

What’s a world
Without US…

by AAS

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