Not Knowing Why Poem by Jan E Smith

Living and not knowing why
people ever have to die.

Many have gone to who knows where,
leaving behind those who care.

My life is filled with ups and downs,
smiles, laughter and sometimes frowns.

I try so hard to love to live,
but do I have that much to give.

I wish I was a better me,
then he would find less fault with me.

He said I have no real friends.
I pray someday soon our fighting ends.

Who am I, why am I here?
Please God, help me, it's not clear.

One more prayer I need to ask
is for life to be fun and not a task.

Thank you Lord for all you've done,
my family, friends and moments of fun.