Who Knows

Onorie - Who Knows *********************" Why Do we waste so much time With sorrow and envied pity for ourselves? Well It is true that we are now grown But not so long ago we were Helpless messes of fragile flesh And unformed bones Squeezing Through bursting mother holes Trailing Dung and exhausted blood. For We could not ask then Why it was necessary for us also to grow? So why now should we be shaking our heads gnashing our teeth And staring blankly at our feet Wondering bitterly; Why the young die, And the old suffer. Why time’s chariot halts not When we ourselves have come to stations Where we would like to rest . So It is like a child To wish that the several Hands of time to cease. G H O PS