Purpose

Back in the woods hangs a swing from a tree
It’s old and it’s tired but it waits with a plea
Moaning and groaning for a last wild ride
A child with laughter and joy in their eyes

Back in the alley slumps a man with a drink
Escaping a life that passed by in a blink
He sighs and he cries for a time he’ll have peace
An hour or two when he’s not ashamed in the least

Back in my heart lies emotions locked down
Stirring when memories come back around
They’re speaking and seeking for me to let loose
So they can flood my whole being with inconvenient truths

Back in the woods, an alley, or heart lie things left alone and things set apart
Everything’s seeking a thing we call purpose
The thing that we’re built for
A way we’re of service
Each of us find it in some way, shape or form
It's your choice to grasp it before it deforms

Reviews

[Relic]

I was wondering what the connection was between them then your last stanza brought it all into perspective. nice job on this, I enjoyed it and your last line is so true.

[Tate Morgan]

God the memories I have that ths brought to ife
tate

[Hello, Goodbye]

Great poetry.. the flow of the melody is solid, and the end breaks off fittingly to recapture the attention.