-1This poem was featured in Chapter 3 of The Zen Box… I just put it here for the amusement of others…
Poem 3
-My Purpose-
Rated K+
This poem is by May to herself
She is referring to Unknown
Everything in this world has a purpose,
That is what they're for.
Leaves are ment to dry in autumn,
And spiral to the floor.
Wind is ment to blow on tired people,
Who have blushed or have been running.
Water is ment to sooth your thoughts,
Or heal those whom are bloody.
My purpose?
I've never thought about what it is.
It could be to be the top co-ordinator,
Or to get a certain kiss.
From whom you ask?
I'm not that certain on my thoughtful chatter,
It sometimes could be someone bad,
Or someone really cute for that matter!
Only time will tell…