WHY?
Why?
Why is such a useless word—
why me, why my sister, my brother,
my father or my mother—
Why not?
Why my friend,
my dog, my cat,
why my hamster or canary—
Why not?
Why did I,
why did she, why did it happen,
how—oooh, why did the how get in there
when all I need to ask is why?
Why, is the unanswerable question,
the Da Vinci code of codes,
the greatest puzzle of all time—
why, why why, and WHY.
Vi Jones 2005
©May 20, 2006
posted by Vi Jones @ 8:27 AM
5 comments
The 
5 Comments:
I wonder about "Why?" too:-}
I like your "Why" poem Vi. One of my favourite posters is of a swomp with a quote underneath that goes something like this.
"Some men see things as they are, and ask why,I dream of things that never were and ask why not? I thought this quote was atribituabe to Jack or Robert Kennedy who used it often but iternet searches advise it was Burnned Shaw. I find it an inspiring thouht.It encourages me! Susan Preton (agjnseac)
I agree, why not.
Vi
A poem everyone can identify with, Vi. I have often said, "I try not to ask the "why" questions--they have no answers." I'm trying real hard this week.
I wonder why I should expect not to be afflicted by the suffering that comes with being human. Why should I be spared. Tonight my thoughts are with all those whose lives are shattered in Java.
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