Why do they die? as a child I laughed and cried,
Why do they die? I remember you, you went away, what could I do?
Your name was friend, wh did you go?
Why do they die? please lord, tell me why.
Is it a game that’s played, tell me now,
There’s a date with our name, why must we go?
What is the answer, only you will know,
Why do they die? please tell me why?
Keith Garrett
I ask myself these same questions often. Very good.
That is deep. Liked it!
Sad question. I like your poem.