What's the point?

©2008 Bailey Thompson

What is the point of life

When we all die in the end

Life never seems long enough

Maybe it’s all just pretend?

 Why did God give us

Only 100 years or less

To finish our “purpose”

And live through the stress

Could it be

That he thought

Without a short life

No one would do a lot

Maybe that’s all the time he needed

To believe we were good enough

To enter the place called heaven

After working through life’s stuff

Or maybe life can’t be longer

Because of the size of the earth

There would be too many people

And no one could show what they’re worth

But does length of life REALLY matter?

Maybe it wasn’t God’s choice

Maybe the end is when people have completed their task

Either way, at least we get a voice!

Author's  Note: In grade eight, I was assigned to do a poetry anothology consisting of about 10 different types of poems. This was when my love of poetry sparked. (It really goes to show how much influence teachers have over their students. Before this, I HATED poetry. But my teacher presented it in a way that made it fun, personalized and interesting) This poem is a "free verse". This was the type of poem that I preferred because it gave me more freedom. Instead of writing the required one poem, I wrote 5  free verses for my anthology. This is only one of them!