Saturday, December 3, 2011


Why is the sky blue, when your eyes are brown?

Why does the rising sun signal hope,

and the retreating tide despair?

Why does love visit 
when least expected,
and just as mysteriously 
pack its bags; 
all ready since God knows when?

Why do questions, spawn further questions

while answers shrivel up redundant?

And why is the thinking adult forced to pause,

as the child explains simply, it's just because . . .
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