Why does God bother with me
Why does God even give me a thought
Why does God keep giving and giving
Why does God put up with me?
The eternal questions that begin with the word Why
Answers found inside of you and I.
Why doesn't God just draw the curtain and turn the lights out
Bank the fire and move the thermostat down
Fold the seats in the aisle, sweep up the popcorn and paper cups
Wash down the floor and lock the doors
And wait for a better show to come along.
It is not the picture but rather the character of man
Struggling and enjoying and contributing to life; whenever they can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem