Try to make sense of life,
riddle my brain with holes,
yet, not to try is strife,
to understand nothing
of why we are here now,
make the best of our time,
as days pass without goals,
kindness is a battle,
even the rich endow
simply with what they bring,
empty bowls, full of grime,
need a wash and some wear,
seeds, vegetables and grains,
endless fruits and nuts, share
objects grown in the fields,
fight to care for cattle,
life, fleeting, nothing yields,
in our work we take pains,
find meaning beyond words,
endless chatter of birds.
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