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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Life (06/15/06)

TITLE: Is This What You Call Life?
By Amanda D'costa


I am alone , from far off lands
Ive walked the streets of old.
I have no roof to call my own,
I live out in the cold.

When I was young Id scamper bout
with mum and dad and sis,
from place to place wed travel on
I knew no life but this.

Wed go from door to door in search
of food, and clothes and drink;
some gave us these though not enough
in sickness we did sink.

Till finally, I was alone,
death took us all but me.
How cruel lifes face shone that day
and it still seems to be.

The life I lived, I shudder to think
Ive passed from year to year,
with no hopes, no hugs, no love
but only tears and fear.

People turn and laugh at me
and with their tongue abuse
Why dont you earn your livelihood
and make your self some use?

No one would offer me a job
though they still thought I should.
To them I was untouchable
and of course, up to no good.

Ive tried my hand at shoe shine
and selling papers in the street.
But all that I remember
is the scene of passing feet

And thus I lived from day to day
moving about was life.
Till in a land I know not which
I found myself a wife.

Together, somewhere, we lived sometime
I had a home at last.
The two of us, we made a team
and time passed very fast.

Fate seemed to have a hold on me
as it, my wife, did take.
I could not understand my plight
nor meaning of life make.

Into deeper despair I sank,
and into sickness too.
Lord, how I survived to this day,
Is absurd although its true!

Im eighty-seven years old now.
My feet and joints ache.
Ive almost lost my eye sight
and my back does seem to break.

Ive lived a hard and lonely life
Ive lived off wastes and crumbs,
Ive lived trough rain and sunshine,
Ive lived in dirty slums.

And all Ive asked these many years
is whether Hes above
and whether Hes the One called just
and whether He is love.

I do not seem to understand
What life is all about.
At times Id want my life to end
But then at times hope sprouts.

And so I live my last few days
It seems to me like this,
to share the story of my life
and what this big world gives.

I hope that my life story
will inspire hearts of stone
to feel the needs of others
especially of those alone.

I have no home or fortune
I know not what is fame
and when I leave this hard world back
no one will know my name.

Yet, there is hope that someday
I will certainly find
true love and joy and happiness
from what I leave behind.

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Carol Shaffron06/22/06
This piece tugs at my heart strings and I am quite sure at God our heavenly Father's as well. Though we may not realize God is always there and before we KNOW Him carries us through much we have to bear seemingly "alone", but we are never alone as HE said, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." It is sometimes extremely difficult to take our eyes off of our selves and our dire circumstances and focus on the ONE Who is our Shelter through every storm. May the God of all comfort, now wrap His mighty loving arms about you and touch you in the very depths of your inner being. Carol
Kimberly Scarberry06/22/06
Wow - Your writing says much, and is well expressed. Surley he has great things in store for you; if not in this life, in the next. He will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten...Joel 2:25
Trina Courtenay06/22/06
Great Job! I really enjoyed reading this poem. Can't wait to find out who wrote it.

Helena R06/23/06
Great Poem! It reminds me of how much I have to be thankful for. Oh and I love the rhyme.
Lisa Vest06/23/06
Job well done! Good flow and you held my interest and said so much more than just the words you see on the page. I really liked the way you began it too.
Good job all around.
Theresa Kissinger06/27/06
I have read this several times over the last few days. I really like this poem and the story behind it. I seem to trip over the first stanza and I wonder if it would fit in better near/at the end. (just a thought) Good flow and the hope bouyed me in the end...just as the Holy Spirit continues to do for you.