There must be more to life than grocery lists and television,
over-the-fence gossip, traffic jams, deadlines.
There must be a reward more lasting than a box of chocolates.
There must be a reason we’re here on earth,
something we’re meant to do, to give, to learn.
There must be something bigger than the suffering,
the late-night angry fights, the slamming doors.
There must be a higher power
that can make sense of all this mess.
We must have come from somewhere,
out of something, traveling to a place much better
than the place where we are spinning.
It's not profound reasons that get me out of bed.
A little dog dances on my pillow because she has to pee.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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