Why
Why must the weak and good suffer?
Why must the turmoil of the world concentrate
on those whose innocence and kindness is for all?
Why must hardship attack those who need no more?
Why must all the sweetness of this life be spoiled?
Why must questions be asked?
Why must the answers be so hidden inside each of us?
Each question and answer originate from the same place.
Answers needing deeper searching to answer harder
questions.
Everyday the tribulations grow,
Trials testing every reserve of the person,
Each day is a new test and an old question,
"Why?"
-Anna 10/21/99