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The True Meaning of Life

The True Meaning of Life

by Kenneth Oodee

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A poetry collection by Kenneth Oodee, with themes of spiritualism, death, life, purpose, time, redemption and afterlife. Free PDF download from Obooko.

A poetry collection with themes of spiritualism, death, life, purpose, time, redemption and afterlife.

A poem from the book:

THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE

The years go on and on and on 
Carrying the months with light from the sun 
To begin a new ending 
Its days and time we're no longer redeeming 
Sadness and moments of regret comes in turns 
Gladly, sometimes joy and happiness also hums 
Some people we look up to, are below the earth 
Some we underestimate are above the heavens 
Loved ones and enemies have come and gone 
With memories in our heads echoing like a gong 

Everything rushes to end in a new beginning 
But the world in laziness, never stops spinning Accustomed to this tireless rhythm 
Where we follow the pattern of the talking drum 
Living our life in the season of happenstance 
As we stamp our feet in the attire of cultural dance 
The struggle has become a tradition 
With every step justifying our religion 
Faith mixed with doubt in the pursue of fate 
The clock becomes an enemy, for in punctuality we're late 

Our paths lacks coal tile 
We begin and end our lives in files 
Dry season triggering wet tears 
Raining season creeping dry fears 
Driving in this old lorry of life 
Where solitude is a noisy wife 
Nagging our holiday of rest 
Spending our days existing rather than living 
Now our old age drowns in vanity 
To the past, the future is a penalty
 
The days old more plaques than the Egyptians 
Scars on the pages of our skin like an inscription 
Experience have become a shelter 
With hopes making the surrounding better 
Worries feed me each day 
The night never seems to go away 
I'm drunk with words 
Ironically, with silence I build my walls 
Reward or karma, one must surpass the measure of my time 
For in finding the true meaning of life, I judge my rhyme. 

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