Lost at times, feelings of dispair and worthlessness,
My existence appears meaningless at this point in time.
Work has always been my everyday, a year now gone away,
I thought i had found a place, an escape from that which has faded.
A peaceful, mysterious, world of writing where i am the guide,
Working out in my yard, a piece of land of solitude, i thought.
That’s not who i am, rest and relaxation is good for the moment,
Roaming the land by foot, wandering great distances in thought.
Listening in my head to words and instruments of beautiful music,
Many things, hobbies or projects to fill my days while i dream away.
My purpose in life, where did it go, am i thinking and seeing the wrong way,
My working days that for now and maybe forever have gone away,
Was that it or is my purpose around me everyday, my life in everyway.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Love that last line! 🙂
I think each person finds his purpose…some say it is love, others say it is to serve. Nice post that makes me think.
Living for your own reasons can be hard to define, let alone understand. I try to live for the things that make me happy, the people who I can trust. Find something that makes you happy, that makes you calm, at peace and in love. It’s not as hard as it sounds.
My passions in life are music and writing. What might yours be? Oh! And remember to laugh and remember the good times. Take mental photographs of happy moments.
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Your purpose has changed, not left you. You need only to look around you to see where you are needed and what you can do. So do it. When I retired, I had to develop new passions, learn new things. In reality, I still do the same work, help the world. I just do it differently now. Hugs, Barbara
Thank you for reading. I guess I didn’t expect to get hurt and this too happen. I write each day, workout, and work in my yard. I still walk a lot just some pain.
On Fri, Oct 9, 2015 at 8:31 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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In a week or so I hope to be done with a poem that touches upon this theme. Needs numerous revisions yet.
Thanks for reading