Questions....The Finest Wines...Won't Answer Poem by James B. Earley

An elusive scheme....that dream, of a better life we chase. Why would a loving God.....displace, in His omnipotence, paradise on earth, lay waste. Bewildering angst.....is but....a taste.

Of what...is yet to come. For the past will chart the way, indeed its history thus will say, that cycle shall....return again, at last to live....another trying day.

And so, we go....on in life, despite the anguish, still the strife. Why stab the soul, why twist the knife.

'Tis...an elusive scheme, that dream, of a better life...we chase.