Life's Mystery Poem by Richard Lackman
Life's Mystery
Why should it be so difficult for people to be nice
And I am talking everyday not only once or twice
Why should it be so hard for folks to care for one another
Why should it be so hard to treat each stranger like a brother
My parents taught me right from wrong and taught me to respect
Each person's personality, each person's intellect
And so I live with gentle thoughts about those all around me
And so I strive for happiness and kindness to surround me
I see sparrows seeking food and watch them seem to share it
And deer in winter with their young who calmly seem to bear it
I see so many creatures who all seem to get along
But when I see how people act they seem to not belong
Life on earth is just so short I never understand
Folks whose actions undermine or falsely reprimand
The good that's part of all of us if we just let it be
So why this happens I don't know it's just a mystery
I am always acutely aware of the criticisms levelled by religious zealots against non-believers whilst at the same time decrying them for intolerance and thereby defeating their own arguments and like you I too wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:23:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a really good poem Dick, well put together and expressing so much truth. Well done.