Why?

Funny is n’t it?

Almost

from day one,

We are

programmed

to question.

“What was that?”

“How did that

happen?”

“Where did that

come from?”

Surely,

The wonder

of things

happening

around us

can be

explained.

After all

that’s what

Dads are for!

If only

things were

that simple.

Some things

just can’t

be worked out,

Can they?

Why?

The blinking

“why” word.

Things were

black

or white,

Safe,

Complete,

n’ neat.

“Why”

the wrecker

of perfect

thinking,

The enemy of

self contained logic,

Now things are

open ended

and raggedly

incomplete.

Everything is

not boxed off,

Know what

I mean?

OK

picture bliss,

a perfect

summer’s day.

Lunch

in the garden,

Getting underway.

Before you take

your first bite,

You hear

right in yer face,

Blinking neighbour’s

chain saw

The other side

of the fence.

Why?

Take

a break,

Enjoy

some Peace.

As the battle

is being lost.

An aircraft

seems to take,

Too much

interest

in your

Pasta Bake.

Why?

Now I start

again,

This time

a screaming

child’s refrain.

Why?

When will

it end?

Barking dogs,

Slamming

car doors,

Unwanted

telephone calls.

Why?

That’s it!

I’m going in!

Why?

Forgot my hat,

Hay fever,

Rubbing

my eyes.

It was

good

while it

lasted.

How long?

Why?

You asking?

Another try?

 

 

 

 

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