Sitting here in this world I call mine, <br />I wonder as I always do, what this day is going to bring. <br />I ponder once again the questions life brings, <br />The questions I hold in hopes of answering. <br />Mayhap one day these answers will find me, <br />As I sit in this world I call mine. <br />I bring forth several pieces of wisdom. <br />This wisdom I have earned has not been an easy task. <br />A task that becomes tiresome and daunting with each passing day. <br />With each passing day the truth or this knowledge, <br />Spurs a new found strength to struggle on, for the <br />Next day must come, for my answers are not found. <br />Perhaps, once again one day these answers will present themselves to me. <br />So how long, I ask myself can I drag out, this deluge of words. <br />My answer to this reasonable question is this: <br />However long I damn well please or until I run out of ink or paper. <br />I shall leave you with this, weary seeker, <br />The miserable mayhap no medicine but they do have hope, bear this in mind, <br />When on your quest. <br />For this being spoken, lose not hope. <br />-Sara Jo Andrews 06/11/08<br /><br />Sara Jo Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/answers-for-questions/
