It goes on

life goes on, its tragic melody still ringing in my ears,
the pretensions, the impasses', the fears--
the roses are no longer as red, their scent no longer fragrant,
it’s only a matter of time,
never wanted the wealth, the fame or the riches
opulence is in the soul, in your aroma
your thoughts, your aspirations
the deepest of your dreams
it’s in your foresight
in your vibe,
in what you strive,
what you would sweat for and die,
what touches you at the core,
beyond the mere lure,
the pain or the pleasure,
it’s what defines you,
what strips you of that letter,
i,
it’s that breath before the next,
the one that you live for
it’s what you wake up to
it’s what wakes you
what inspires and takes you
it’s purpose
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Sadly so many live lives without purpose, if at all living--purposelessly, letting life live them, and so it does, and it goes on...and they don't.

Help us keep sight of our purpose, Lord, and let us live life with it in mind, and thereby die with purpose. For such as it began with purpose so too should it end ...Let it be the true purpose, for as it is, is as you say. All is in your hands, Amen.