WHY?A Poem by AnnaMariaQQsswhy ask why? it's the million $$ question and the 25 Th letter of the alphabet
Have you ever stopped
To question things or have Demanded explanations For the many unintended Yet inherited aches and pains? Have you ever asked Someone "WHY"? Have you ever stopped To question all people Why they cut across your greener grass And Always bring about A procrastinators doubt Did you ever think to simply ask them "WHY"? Have you ever stopped To question God offering up blame instead, Of being thankful for yet- this better way of living? Did you ever take a moment To appreciate what hurt means? For without the aching or remorse... Would there be better left to gain? "Why" very seldom comes along With it's price tag or Size included. Questions always hitch a ride, And continue to bid for OUR happiness. Because why is empty and bottomless! Nor has human feelings, for our sake. It's the snake that lies and waits for us For it knows our bait and shall await The moments we humans dare to dangle That famously assigned and used, "why factor". Mainly just another reason, to cry out, such confusion! Why comes with no value or reasoning, Nor explanations that suits our grief. Somethings in life "just are what you see".. While other times are left with great- dismay and longing, "For it is, what it is.." And still, we stop to ponder them... letting and allowing "why" to waste us anyway. Have you ever stopped To question yourself... And admit "why" is never good enough.. And that sometimes, they're normal things in life.. The futures...Just are, and must be allowed, what ever is. Such peace will surely follow, our busy roaming minds.. Where-ever and to whom- ever And for whatever the " why " road, leads us to! © 2011 AnnaMariaQQssAuthor's Note
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Added on June 9, 2011 Last Updated on June 9, 2011 AuthorAnnaMariaQQssMaysville , KYAboutI wanna leave my foot prints everywhere I can and on whom ever's white carpet I can so I know I'm still kicken up dust LOL. Cooping is pretty damn hard, but harder yet is crying for my kids and a.. more..Writing
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