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What is the purpose of life?

To raise the children, have a wife!

Getting up in the morning,

Brushing, bathing and hurriedly changing

To be on time, better not be late

The chores start on the dot, at eight

Working here and there through out the day

Finding time for everything, except to say

Thank You (Prayers) Dear God for this life's gift

Which with its distractions passes very swift

Mornings change to evenings, and home again

Tired, relishing a cup of tea to conserve the energy drain

Echoes of childrens laughter and innocent mischiefs

The only respite for a day spent in labour and grief

Then comes the night and the merciful sleep

Yet across the realms the soul does weep

For another day in the life has come to an end

Whatever that was worldly earned will he spend

Caught in this day-in-day-out whirlpool  

Wasting this precious gift like a fool

Spun into a web from the cradle to the grave

Empty handed returns to the master, the slave

Alas repentence is all that is there

Should have harkened the call and not dare

Linger on with the purpose of my life

To spread the message, and strive

For the hereafter which is long standing and better

Providing peace and joy, forever and ever