Michael Sinclair

Unsolved Questions






From time to time, I ponder,
on questions that make me wonder:
What is life without tomorrow?
What is love, if all it brings is sorrow?
If I lose my hopes, my dreams, my spiritual way of life,
am I lost, from whom can I borrow?
Is it all for naught, or have I forgot?
For all I've done, I can't outrun, the finality that follows.
From time to time, I ponder,
on questions that make me wonder,
but nothing is resolved,
and the questions remain unsolved.

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