Why Do I Poem by hannah howell

I read all your writings. Why? This is the question of life. For both the young and the old. The difference, is that the old have some of the answers.But the questions are always about the same thing. They all boil down to one why question. Why is happiness so hard to find and to keep in my life? The answer, is that happiness must be pursued in a very special way. I cannot tell you now ; but will some other day. Greenwolfe 1962