Why I Write



There is always a reason why

There is a child and there he cries

Comfort, warmth, he's okay now

But was there a reason why?

In every question, there is an answer

But why state the obvious

Now, here comes a dancer

She's twisting in happiness

The audience smiles except one

She was wearing a red dress

Chewing her gum, not impressed

Looking at how hard she tried

She wants to know why

Now must we always know why?

Is it perferable to smile or not to smile?

When the child cried, one may learn

When one is curious, isn't it better

To not get your dress torn

Therefore, do not mourn if I refuse

Do not judge why, when I don't tell you

Why I write





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