What will it mean, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

every day
every hour
every second and
every breath,
is that much more life
I have to live and that
much more to be thankful for.
I have traveled the roads
of life for many years and have
been engulfed by what some
may say the sorrow and
pain of someone twice my
years.
I have collected and lost and 
collected again many memorbilia
from my younger years.
Now I sit here in my dazed
state thinking...thinking some more.
What can all of this stand for?
what will all this mean to my soul
beyond my grave?
Nothing physically tangiable I have
or had will mean anything
and the pain and sorrow 
has passed like a change in the weather.
I can only see what will matter then
is weather I loved like God loves, lived my life to His will
and gave my repentence,
for that is all he wants.
Posted: 2007-04-30 21:18:16 UTC

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2007-05-01 04:24:59beautyisinside
My friend this is a good poem because some people do never have pain like others and sometimes they can never understand until they have actually been there themselves too. Thinking is a good thing it gives your mind to work. It is a good thing to love like god.

2007-05-21 08:08:51mytruth
This is one of the nicest poems I've read in a long time. It really touched me. I feel the power in this poem. It has life, love and hope :)