What is my purpose?
my name means nothing,
It belonged to another.
I will never be uttered on lips, 
by significant others
unless I err!
Of what do I signify?
eyes rove over me,
but I am un-remembered in an instant.
unless I appear strange!
Mountains I will never move,
my peers I will never lead. 
I speak and no-one listens unless I blunder.
A sketch in someone’s memory from my past maybe,
where my purpose once meant something, 
before my usefulness declined.
For what purpose do I exist?
What more is needed of me?
Why am I...........?

TeAnne © Jan 9.1998