Why do ol’ windmills make me sad
Why do so many people wear sanctimonious faces
Why do lovers lie so bad
And whatever became of shoelaces
Why do so many people, regret
Instead of rejoice
Freely share their sadness…and yet
Hardly give happiness a voice
Why is it so easy to know now
What seemed so hard to learn then
Why so little value given
To the company of an ol’ friend
Why people rush to hear the news
Yet fail to listen to the wind
And also fail to notice in their lives
A mind-numbing sameness within
Why does life have a way
Of shrinking a man
And why do mistakes
Make life worth living
Do any of these questions
occur to you…and if any of them do
Perhaps you might have some answers to
These questions that I’m giving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem