by
Kent E. Gunnison ©
For Brad and Tammy
In Memory of Their Son, Keith
What makes it windy - early in May?
And then makes it calm on a hot August day?
What causes a tree to grow from the ground
Near the cool, green meadow, or the bustle of town?
What holds up the clouds, so high in the sky?
There's a real good answer. And God knows why.
What makes my left hand look just like the right?
And the hairs on my head, in their sockets, so tight?
Who set the day that my first tooth fell out?
What causes my blood to flow such a route?
What makes my lips moist, and my finger-nails dry?
There's a real good answer. And God knows why.
Why do some folks have talents, and others have none?
Why do some have six children, and others, just one?
Why do some grow so short, and others, so tall?
Why are some born in spring-time and others, in fall?
Why do some seem rebellious, while others comply?
There's a real good answer. And God knows why.
Why do some folks have riches, while others are poor?
And some, few possessions, and others, much more?
Why do some folks live past their three-score-and-ten?
And others are gone 'ere they've known the play-pen?
Why do things of this life make us laugh - and then - cry?
There's a real good answer. And God knows why.