Sometimes Poem by Juan Olivarez

Sometimes I wonder why, Things happen like they do.
Why the decisions that we make, at times,
All your life, confound and haunt you too.
Why the words to certain well known rhymes,
You just never could find the clue.

Was it a wrong turn you took that time, so many years ago,
Or did fickle fate know what to do?
But at the time it wounded and hurt you so,
And that decision stayed in your heart as time flew
Were you the only one that didn't know?

Sometimes we need to be happy, with how it came to be,
The past can never once be changed.
But it's so very hard for us to open our eyes and see,
Our lives we want to alter and rearrange.
We should live our lives and let it be.

10/23/11 Alton Texas