POEM: Whys Guise

It seems that at some point each of us ask, “Why me?” How often have you asked yourself, “Why not me?”

Whys Guise

Who no’s the troubles
I have scene
Is it just
A madder of time
As I find myself
More than prone
In choiring mines
Why me?
Life in treating me
Grate times for awe
And still I here
Of chorus
Enjoined
By a simple quest in
Why not me?
That mortal ask
Weather ascertain as can be
Or just smite due
A countenance
Of praise or preys
The secret of whys guise
Every wear

This entry was posted in Poems, Political and Philosophical Musings. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply