Neal Wiley


The Hill By: Neal Wiley - Poem by Neal Wiley

I sit on the hill looking to the sky, Often been ask myself questions like why?

Why do bad things happen to people for no reason? Why do moods often swing with the seasons?

Why do good people have to lie? Why hide your true self with a fake disguise?

I will never know the answers and perhaps I never will, Maybe I'll know the answers when I'm over the hill!

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, life, old age , wisdom

Form: Lyric


Comments about The Hill By: Neal Wiley by Neal Wiley

  • (1/20/2016 10:20:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.9 out of 10 points. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/20/2016 10:58:00 AM)


    The Hills Is a profound poem with a great question, I often ask myself. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (1/19/2016 7:53:00 AM)


    That hill is a great place to wonder why. People - some so unpredictable! Be great if they wore a t shirt saying so.
    I am proud to have a handful of friends.
    Thank you Neal
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016



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