I Often Wonder Poem by Deborah Bonner

I Often Wonder
To all my love ones who have gone to a better place.
I Often Wonder why
Life is not as it should be.
I Often wonder why
I cry when I am not as I could be.
I often wonder why
Life cannot be lived over again.
I often wonder
if I had a second chance would I win.
I often wonder about real love.
Is it as gentle as a Dove
Does love make the flowers grow?
Does love heal and mend
The loss of love ones who have grown old.
I wonder does love
Forget and toss the elderly outside
As rags once clean, but now use.
How much love does a person give
to pay our Fore Fathers for their blood, sweat and tears?
Could anyone give them their just DUE?
After all they paved the way
SO WE COULD LIVE TOO!