I Could Be Asking

Why is life hard
Why is life contentious
Why does everyone
Have to be pretentious
In my heart I know
I don’t know who
Else does
There are so few
We come and go
Never finding
Never knowing
I could be asking

 

(Have you read When There’s Joy?)

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