Why?
Why?
Why did she do it?
Did the decision come about, bit by bit?
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On Being Alone
Why?
Now with friends abound
Is she afraid, she'll be left alone in this elysian town?
Why?
Is she afraid, when beauty's gone
She'll grow old like others, and be left alone?
Why?
When with others, laughing
But alone, is she crying?
Why?
Another birthday, gone,
Does she look back and feel alone?
Why?
Is she afraid to be left alone
Alone, alone, alone, when others 're gone?
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On Old Age:
Why?
Is she afraid, when beauty's gone
She'll grow old like others, and be left alone?
Why?
Feeling age's, aches, chills and pains when awake,
Is she seeking pleasure for pleasure's sake?
Why?
Is she afraid when old and gray
No one 'll be here to with her stay?
Why?
Why did she just decide
Is she afraid, Life's passed her by?
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The Empty Womb
Why?
Is she afraid, there'll be no heir
To remember her, or even care?
Why?
Dying with an empty womb
Is she afraid, that there's nothing to be writ on her tomb?
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The Empty Bed
Why?
With no one to share her bed
Will she go seeking pleasure, vowing not to wed?
Why?
Feeling age's, aches, chills and pains when awake,
Is she seeking pleasure for pleasure's sake?
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Winter
Why?
With gold and silver a'plenty
Does she fear the coming winter?
Why?
Winter's chill's in the air
Does she feel the crush of despair?
Why?
With Christmas near
Is being alone, a deathly fear?
Why?
Christ's Birthday's gone,
Does she look back and feel alone?
Why?
Why with the breath of Spring anew
Does she look back, not forward to the coming skies of blue?
Why?
Summer's here at last
Does the sun warm the bones of the cold, just past?
Why?
Autumn and the leaves fall from the trees
Does this remind her that it will soon her fate, to be?
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Sonnet (Why?)
Why?
Standing in a crowd of friends
Does she want to be without, seeking better ends?
Why?
Is she angry that she's been delt
A hand, through which the sands of time escapes, unfelt?
Why?
She asks, Is it too late to seek anew
A window, with a different view?
Why?
When others seek solace in the grape,
Does she see only the drying seeds of life's mistakes.
Be not afraid.
Love's Labor is not Lost.
S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem