Pondering life and it's urbane uselessness throughout, <br />just keeping us busy to fill days of existence, without <br />considering our feelings in any matter. <br /> <br />We are like robots, trudging through life, doing what <br />we can, experiencing strife and trials on a momentary <br />basis. <br /> <br />Then one day we up and expire, leaving our families and <br />friends behind to rue our deaths and emotionally crumble <br />from the inside out.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pondering-life-2/
