Still Waiting For An Answer Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Meticulously we weave ourselves
into the web that life creates…
wishing on thoughts what dreams display—
concocting visions, night and day.

Methodically we play at love
not knowing, really how it works
only knowing in our hearts
the way love makes us feel.

Logically it all makes sense
the dreams we weave to make us right
even when we know we're wrong
we cry to hide our eyes that lie.

A lonely verse for all to hear
the inner working of a man
who through his life did question—why
and got no answer in reply.