-why- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-WHY-

Why has my body grown weary,
Is this what old age has in store?
My heart cries out loudly in theory,
Why must I tolerate more?

So silently, Deaths sickle does slay them...
My Family, My friends, and My past,
Why do I have to continue?
Why must I stay 'til the last?

I'm not the strong one, you needed.
I quiver and cry through the night.
Why couldn't you let me have ceded,
For, in me, You invest all your might.

Why do You invest in the weakest,
For You carry me most of the way?
Is it because I don't question,
You just send me Your work, come what may......

And when, all this work, I have finished,
Can I then lay my head on Your knee?
In time, I'll stand there before you,
Please let me, again, Your face see.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 7-10-06