Why
It's one word, or even a letter,
That drives a curious humanity.
As questions of life or death,
Seek answers to reality.
Beginning early on as a child,
Constantly inquiring is the young mind.
Trying to understand among confusion,
Within the walls where they're confined.
The interrogation continues throughout,
As our lives wander towards philosophy.
So we might find the ultimate guidance,
And then display that new trophy.
Now while many will lose interest,
Deciding simply to give it to God.
Others will never give up on, this
Lasting question, both simple & odd.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2023
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