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Children are curious so they ask, why?
Adults, when flustered, let out a sigh.
We often ask why, when loved ones die,
and frequently ask why as we cry.

Why was I betrayed by my heartthrob?
I was naïve and married a snob.
Why did my loved one suddenly die,
leaving me behind to grieve and cry?

Why was it I who got the pink stub?
After all I gave, that was a snub!
And why did it happen at this time,
when I am so far past my prime?

Why is my grown son such a slob?
He just cannot hold down a job.
Why can’t he be like his sister Kate,
whose career is career is going so great?

Why did my parents abandon me,
and treat me as if I am a flea?
My life is now a living hell,
as with depression I daily dwell.

Why did God allow this to happen,
to my friend who was such a good chap?
Why do the good suffer with the bad?
When this happens, it makes people mad.

Sages have pondered the question, why?
To find answers they surely did try.
But despite their tomes which blear the eyes
We are no wiser and still ask, why?

When we are asked why, sometimes we lie.
The truth is we will seldom know why.
The best we can do is to just sigh.
So, do not waste your time asking why.

Learn from the things that happen to you.
Let what you learn inform what you do.
Life is a school, so, do not despair,
take heart, your heavenly Father cares.

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