Life (version three)



The Meaning is gone

And Time is passing:

Daydreams keep coming

With every yawn.


Crooked thoughts make crooked paths

That my mind will follow

And the resulting sorrow

Will almost always stir my wrath.


Love is a lengthy highway

With many bends and turns

And at ev’ry bend I learn

That knowledge keeps me on my way.


Sometimes I think I know

Why I do the things I do,

But when I look at you

I find the answer’s “No!”


I know I’m of little or no use

And that I’m insignificant;

But One Word would give me a hint

That life is not for abuse.


(written in 1965)

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to
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