‘miserable life’, a poem.

Flowers and
Trees flourish and thrive
without a reason to live,
so why not I too?

That can’t be that easy!
That all I have to do is exist.

My children are all grown,
getting wiser everyday,
with children of their own.

And what of the love and fear of death?

Death will always be my dancing partner,
But I can dance with life, hedonism and
some higher purpose than to end a ‘miserable life’.

This life isn’t the one I ordered,
But its the one I’ll live.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.