Have you ever wonder why things change? <br />Why minutes are minutes, <br />or why hours are hours? <br />Have you ever wondered? <br />Why times don’t pass when you are staring at the clock, <br />Or why there is one key that fits one lock? <br />Have you ever wonder how things could be one way one minute? <br />And something different the next? <br />Why do things make you wonder? <br />make you scared, <br />or make you ponder? <br />Have you ever wondered why life is good to some? <br />And bad to others? <br />Have you ever wonder why people ask why? <br />Have you ever wonder why people die? <br />Have you ever wondered why things were made? <br />Have you ever wondered, <br />why there has to be a loser and a winner? <br />Or why some children have to suffer, <br />And go to bed without any dinner? <br />Have you ever wondered why things must come to an end? <br />Or why life may or may not be full of bliss, <br />But have you ever wonder, <br />why I am writing this? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Date: 09/05/'09 <br />Time: 13: 45 <br />Some sources inscribed.<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-black-b-why-i-am-writing-this/
