Why Is This Happening Lady Poem by Ibrahim Hydarah

The world changes day by day,
Some things grow..
And some things die.
Excepting you and me,
why is this happening lady? .

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look at the minutes,
how they are going fast,
which it is now,
soon will be a past,
look then, or don't you see?
Why is this happening lady? .

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You think our love is a game,
And laugh at me, if i blame,
Mustn't, t you stop the play?
why is this happening lady? .