Questions
The frantic youthful quest of the word “who”
Is painfully real, pushing the words out.
Much is found in relationships to rue
And life as an isolate leads to doubt.
After a mate is found, the question is “what”,
Choices unlimited and confusing…
Seek safety and money, or let it rot?
Leaves one often thoughtful and bemusing.
When the days of our life shorten, it is “why”.
Is there really a reason to seek the light,
When the good and the bad both are to die?
At the end, we are left alone to fight.
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