The Question Why?
I have no Point,
No reason Why
That the sun smiles
And the clouds cry,
It all seems less
Without an end
What does become?
Why do we care?

There is no Point
So I am told
Though all my life
I strive till old
To find my reason
For which I try
From birth to death
Without answer to Why?

I know it's out there
All around
In the sight,
The smell, the sound,
From way down here,
And past the sky,
I'll reach it someday
And find out Why?
:: Kate Hooley
Lichfield UK

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