Constantly Wondering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Constantly Wondering



Thinking, pondering upon mysteries of life and
why they have to be so mysterious instead of
up front and honest from the start.

Why all the puzzles and mazes in the mix?
Not everyone can fathom them like I can.
So what is the sense, I ask.

Things come to me in thought without any effort
at all.
Why can't it be that way for everyone, I
constantly wonder.

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