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Life Without Purpose
DP (30/05/1945 / Bury, Lancs, UK)

Life Without Purpose

Poem By Don Pengilly

What’s life without purpose
I guess something near hell
Its difficult to answer
Unless you’ve been with the swell
Feels like your drowning
In depths of despair
You cannot cope
Life seems so unfair

How can you move
From this ghastly place
When the whole of life
Seems to fly in your face
There seems no way out
Of this sick situation
What is this life without purpose
But to feel dissipation

Will someone help me
Perhaps I wont let them near
Unless I can trust them
And know their sincere
I feel so alone
Without any hope
Perhaps friends out there
Are unable to cope

Its a hell of a dilemma
This place I am in
Is this the price
I have to pay for my sin
I call out to God
But it seems He’s not there
Like the prodigal son
I am in deep despair

I really don’t like this place I am in
I need to be free from this sorrow
And free from my sin
I will pack up my troubles
And go for a walk
Maybe ill meet God
Maybe we’ll talk

I have this feeling
He’s already heard
And He’s out there waiting
To give me a word
A word of encouragement
Like your not alone
I said I’d never leave you
Neither flesh or bone

Oh how I thank God
His promises are true
His staff and his rod
There to comfort you
He’s brought me out
From the depths of despair
Life does have a purpose
And someone does care DLP

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I truly believe he is there helping us along life's road. A lovely write. Thanks for posting it. Love Ernestine XXX