Wondering Whens and Whys

all the pages of the times
read already tossed aside
pile up the streets with the memories
and walk the ppl do, the paths that the stepping stones made
ignorin the newspaper footsteps and the stride
while hands on head toss side to side
askin the whens and the whys
then theres those with their knees sore
magnifying glass to eye
wonderin why
they trippin the fast walkers on the streets
who are just focused on point a to z
and then theres crazy ol me
much like a weed in the crack
watchin everyone pass
thinkin bout the time spent inchin up for some sunlight
wonderin why, now that im here, some gardening ladies tryin to pull me up from the root
wonderin whyza game for many, much like the times
we spend our time writting lines then they get tossed aside
becoming stepping stones that only make sense when we askin why...then see where we came from.

Reviews

[Nish Nish the Fish]

i think this poem speaks to the world, it tells them that everyone's so busy they dont stop and enjoy the fresh air, zipping thru life without appreciating the very fact they get to live it. its an interesting perspective and a hard one to write from, but well done indeed!
beautiful to the core, just like all ur poems :) keep writing! keep sharing!