Eternal Questioning
Oh sweet world you've left me in doubt.
I've tried my best to figure things out.
The trials we face are much too much.
It seems as if we are all out of touch.
The touch of reality is too obscured.
Why is there nothing of which we're assured
except death?
Death is an agreed upon point in time
that comes to all when they finish their climb.
Some when they're young which seems unfair,
some when they're old, beyond repair.
Some who seem to have a death wish,
some whose dreams are never finished.
Questioning the reasons and the whys
can never justify why one dies.
Oh sweet world will I encounter the place
where I'll understand and quietly embrace
the unfolding visions inside my brain
why some must leave while others remain?
Most of us die while we're still alive
'cause our loved ones leave and we survive
and the part of us that goes with them
leaves us with our daily requiem.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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