Life

I still do not know why I am here,
to be a friend, and just lend an ear?
To cuddle a child and rid him of fear?
To always be glad to see my man appear?
And, when by a friend, I'm attacked from the rear,
should I grin and bear it, or may I shed a tear?
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We all are a product of life's dirty tricks,
and name calling hurts more than stones or sticks.
Hurts caused by a friend, you just cannot fix.
Believe it or not, we've all had our licks,
of sorrow and joy, all of life is a mix.
I might understand when I turn ninety-six.
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How did I get to this time and place?
On a globe that is spinning and twirling in space?
What sort of things did my memory erase?
Have I had to deal with shame and disgrace?
Or are there sorrows that I've had to face?
Could that be why I chose God, to embrace?