Shall I start
each of my days
in my youth
with a rhetorical question?
Like of Shakespeare
in Sonnet 18
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day.."
I shall start my life with a rhetorical say,
"Was I brought for purpose,
burden,
worthy,
or mistake?"
I guess I'll have to reject that
because no matter the
number of times
I ask and expect the same
I would return the exact opposite.
Lord only knows
because heaven drops
a shooting star
in the ocean
every once in a while
sometimes, even by accident.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁