What will it mean

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By Austin Hoehn •

every day every hour every second and every breath, is that much more life I have to live and that much more to be thankful for. I have traveled the roads of life for many years and have been engulfed by what some may say the sorrow and pain of someone twice my years. I have collected and lost and collected again many memorbilia from my younger years. Now I sit here in my dazed state thinking...thinking some more. What can all of this stand for? what will all this mean to my soul beyond my grave? Nothing physically tangiable I have or had will mean anything and the pain and sorrow has passed like a change in the weather. I can only see what will matter then is weather I loved like God loves, lived my life to His will and gave my repentence, for that is all he wants.

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May 1, 2007 04:24beautyisinside

My friend this is a good poem because some people do never have pain like others and sometimes they can never understand until they have actually been there themselves too. Thinking is a good thing it gives your mind to work. It is a good thing to love like god.

May 21, 2007 08:08mytruth

This is one of the nicest poems I've read in a long time. It really touched me. I feel the power in this poem. It has life, love and hope :)