Why Poem by Christal Carpenter

Why do I bother
Writing these poems
They can't bring back a dead father
Or build up broken homes

They will never be able
To wipe away a child's tears
Never make a shaken life stable
Or give a dieing mother two more years

They will never set on a shelf
For some one to admire
Or give a pore man wealth
Or douse a blazing fire

They will never comfort
A depressed child
Nor cure an ugly wort
Or make the heat mild

They will never cure cancer
Or beat world hunger
Can never give your heart an answer
Or make someone younger

Well now I will go
And I guess I'll keep writing
Even though I know
It won't stop the fighting