Why?A Poem by Mr. LopezI often lie awake in bed With these thoughts racing through my head Of why a didn’t die that day I often wonder why Many times in life before I’ve had death lurking at my door Waiting patiently I see Out of the corner of my eye I hear him in the twisted metal And in silent screams I feel him pulling at my back And see him in my dreams To God I give thanks for every day How many times I cannot say For every breath, every smile, And every pain There must be some grand plan I think For this unworthy old man I think To endure I’m sure Another waking day So I lie awake in bed With these thoughts going through my head I wonder why I didn’t die that day I wonder why
© 2008 Mr. LopezAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on April 11, 2008 Last Updated on April 12, 2008 AuthorMr. LopezChandler, AZAboutI was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..Writing
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