poems

Why?
There’re the things I can’t explain,
Things that puzzle the mind,
Questions for which I need
Satisfactory answers to find.
Why the dew on grass?
Why do flowers die?
Why death of beauteous things?
Why, oh why, why?
Why the lightning blinding flash
Why the winds mighty roar?
Why the thunder’s deaf’ning crash?
Why do eyes open and close?
Why can’t they open keep?
And why do they open when I want
Them shut tight in sleep?
Why these things, I can’t explain;
But here I am where destiny brings;
My books I read by night by day.
So to learn the ways of things.