Why
Why is it that we are the only ones
that wonder….
Why is it that we are the only ones
That seam to care….
Why is it that we are the only ones
That shed the tears….
Why does it seam like it all comes
Down to you…..
Why is it that we are the only ones
To carry the burdens…..
Why is it that we are the only ones
That seam to worry….
Why?????
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Wake Up | 0 | 06/21/2011 |
| Life | 0 | 05/05/2011 |
| Memories remain | 0 | 05/05/2011 |
| He still loves me | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| I've lost the love | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Walk a mile in my shoes | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| To My Son Daniel | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| I'm sorry | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| To my Son Nick | 0 | 09/14/2009 |
| Little feet little hands | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Why | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| UNBORN | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| I miss you MOM | 0 | 04/28/2009 |
| you don't know ME | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| Is this the way? | 0 | 04/22/2009 |
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