Why Poem by Minerva Agriam

Why there are words
So lovely & pretty to speak;
But I stopped & hesitated,
And drew them back disheartened?

There were times blessed days came,
Their beauty filled my heart,
With prayers, dreams, & expectations;
But why not anything was realized?

My heart heard its beatings;
I did gave it away,
To someone who took my fancy;
But then, why did I drew it back?

There were times angels I met;
They decorated my soiled self;
With pureness, fullness, & happiness.
But why I only let them pass?

Why there are many questions,
Even how I pondered at them;
Nothing would counsel me?
Why, why do O keep on questioning?


(4/17/03. 9: 30 p.m)