Why Poem by Barbara Stahly
Why
Why am I here?
A question I've pondered year after year.
I've studied this philsophy and that
and still have to wonder why am I here?
To love others of this I'm sure
to live a life of goodness and then some more.
Life is so fleeting, there isn't much time
to do what we came here for
and then return home
Where the days are all sunny and there is no pain
there we will stay until we're back here again.
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