Why Is It
Why is it that Humans have the power?
To shift mountains,
And turn them into concrete,
Yet seek to build even bigger mountains out of waste,
That will outlast everything nature cares to produce.
Why is it that so many people have the answers?
To the questions that need answers today,
Yet those without a clue are consulted instead?
Why is it that Doctors can heal wounds most grievous?
Yet a word spoken in jest
Can strike down those in perfect health
With all these perplexing questions floating around,
It is a comfort to know,
That some of us still reach for the soap,
Still like to dip our bread in some soup,
And never lose hope.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2019
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