Why Does It Hurt
Howmuch pain can one man feel ,
When will he know when it is real.
Must he reach a certain age in life ,
Or live through hard times and strife.
Should he stumble and fall so many times ,
Maybe not able to see all of the signs.
Is it important to always be on top ,
Possibly it is the path he should walk.
So confusing these questions I have ,
They all seem to be driving me mad.
Didn't think living was suppose to be so hard ,
Yet here I am with mine just falling apart.
It is to the point now I am embarresed to say ,
That I must have been doing it the wrong way .
I suppose one day I will figure it all out ,
This life I live and what it is all about.
Lord I surely hope so before it's to late ,
Never did I expect this to be my fate .
I will try much harder and stay in the fight ,
Hopefully soon I will be able to saee the light.
It's silly how crazy this life can make us ,
Probably because we have never been able to trust .
Maybe it is not pain that I always seem to feel ,
And it's just my life and it's for real.
TA Carter
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