The Why Of It All

I have almost everything I've ever wanted I have been granted answers to almost every dream The only things I don't have are pretty much the unreachable The unattainable The totally impossible Like loved ones not being dead Like being able to go back in time & apologise to those I have  hurt senselessly or deliberately, so very long ago. Pointless, useless wants So I've tried to turn my grief Into emulating the strengths of those I miss. The qualities that make me miss them the most I've used my shame of past indiscretions The needless pain Given to innocent by-standers As I raged past them on my thorny path Damaging the sweet perfumed flowers that should have slowed me down If only I'd stopped to smell them My shame and sorrow are the rocks I used to build a bridge a bridge to reach others in need Hoping to ease their way through Help clear their path Seeing myself in them and understanding the "why" of it all. Because that is the biggest question of our whole life. WHY