Why Am I Here? (Happy Dances?) Poem by Chuy Amante

Why am I here?

Is it for gaining
a continual attaining?

Getting more, bigger and better
looking good in a tighter sweater?

Why am I here? Is it a game?
Why is he perfect,
and I why am lame?

Why is it unfair, the playing field tilted
Why is my house small and yours big and stilted?

Why is he free and you're in chains?
Why is she dying, hurting, in pain?

Is it possible that you not here for stuff
Here, perfectly located, where it is tough?

Perhaps it is all about lessons to learn,
nothing to do with what each now earns.

The key to 'winning' your game is this:
Each situation can lead to your own bliss
IF...
You ask the right questions when things go bump
'where is my lesson in this situation? '
What do I cling to, what do I dump?

All situations, people and stories
have hidden pearls to offer, after the gory

Once must ask the questions that benefit,
What can be learned here?
Are we full of $#! +?
What can I forgive and completely let go?
What is funny in spite of 6 feet of snow?

What will I henceforth forever avoid,
What is of lasting value, not completely devoid?

Why we are here is not to collect
Perhaps we are here not from neglect

We are here in school with ample chances,
to let go, forgive, create our own happy dances