Why? Poem by Phil Soar

Who first named all the colours?
Who identified their hues?
Who thought they needed heels
So high on ladies shoes
Who thought that cold was really cold
And hot would burn you hand
Who thought that you could milk a cow?
What's the use of a hand stand?
Who said that we should form a queue?
And spell the word so strange
And stand like statues at the till
Then pay up as arranged
Who gave the Fish some fingers?
That we all went out and bought
Who decided Brains were faggots
That Algebra be taught
Who said there were Religions?
That had such weird extremes
That we might get warm feelings
As children, with wet dreams
Who first ran in a marathon?
And decided it was fun
Was that person all alone?
And sat out in the sun
Why was the sun so awfully hot?
Enough to burn your skin
And all the unused household waste
Be thrown in a dustbin
Most of it just wasn't dust
A multitude of waste
Mountains made from landfill sites
And smells you can almost taste
Who was the first to masturbate?
And why did they feel the need?
Were they alone and thought of it?
And who would have followed their lead?
Why are we all so different?
What makes some of us succeed?
Whilst others fall like autumn leaves
Which feel like they've been freed
Floating down on a random breeze
To rest and go to ground
Touching down to rot and freeze
Without a single sound
Why do some folk have confidence?
Whilst some are weak, not strong
Who knows how we will rectify?
All manner of things so wrong
For life is strange and a weird event
If you think about it deeply
A mountain to climb, a hill to fall
All rise from the earth so steeply
What makes it all important?
What makes it all worthwhile?
No matter how bleak, we all can seek
Something that makes us smile.

And then the who, and why, and what………mean little.