Why do I wonder about this world
It keeps me awake in the night time chills
To wonder and puzzle without any answers
They lay buried all day till night time advances
I wonder about things I can't possibly answer, like how can it be there's sickness and cancer.
I can't comprehend why there's hunger and poverty when there's plenty to share where's our sense of community ?
How can it be there are people out there that are old and alone with no one to care ?
The old used to be where we went for advice but now they are ridiculed ignored and despised.
Wondering has value it makes me appreciate this life that I have and how it equates.
I don't mean things or possessions I own, but the people I love and this place I call home.
©cazza
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