EXISTENCE

Children so innocent know nothing of life or hardships
Born into a world to experience it
Senses formed not complete,for some cut short
Unknown what we are or why we exist
Our purpose is unknown yet holds curiosity
Wondering at things felt,touched,smelt,tasted
The most beautiful things are rarely noticed and destroyed
Not knowing what it is doesn't matter,waste it
Man does not "create" what is needed but what's wanted
Building so it can be destroyed by themselves or another
For each death there is a birth,but how long will it live
A loss is dealt with in many ways to ponder
Sorrow,tears,talk,ignoring,walking away,replacement,memories
A memory fades as does life leading to death
A circle unending,evolving,but for good or bad
Changes are necessary but not for everything at best
Why do we not see the beauty in what already is
Man has not yet learned we are mortal
One day we too shall cease to exist
Then what purpose were we after all