Life seems to have no meaning or no real purpose
We live for a while and all end up in hearses
From the day you are born to the day that you die
You will often ask yourself the question WHY
Why is there so much suffering and why so much pain
Why so many problems and why so little gain
Working for 8 to 5 for 5 days a week
So that you have the weekend to put up your feet
Then it goes so fast just like your cash
Blink your eyes and its over in a flash
I have found that money does not bring true
happiness
Although its nice to have I confess
Although friends are important to me
I cannot do with out my family
They are all precious gifts from my God on high
And now I understand the question I ask WHY
Why because my family is the best
Why because the weekend are for rest
Why because God is always by my side
Why because His arms are always open wide
Life is is a gift that is given to all
From God Almighty how you live is your call
HN BROWN 01 December 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Henry. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thanks