I remember long before
The How was first to go
And the When flew away
When the Smile would not stay
The What left quietly
Right out the Back Door
And now as I write
lying on the Floor
I realize now I've said good-bye
To the perplexing question Why
And now more than ever before
I pray to God that I would die
because simply I don't know Why
12-11-1994
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