Sometimes I wonder why?
Other times I lament, why not?
Each day the dispute is renewed,
Never adequately solved.
Why does the sun come up?
Why does it go down?
Each day we all do what we do.
Some of us face great burdens,
Some of us only face a few.
Some of us love passionately,
Others never love at all.
Some of us are satisfied,
Others are constantly searching.
Many face challenges courageously,
Some things change,
Others stay the same.
Each day, each one of us goes on,
Sometimes facing happy, joyful opportunities,
Other times sorrowful, agonizing truths.
The question remains,
Why? Or, should it be, why not?