Don't Ask Why

By Bruce Clifford

I'm in for the round up
It's time for the pick me up
A vision, a reason, and a cure
and the need for so much more

I'm on for the lift off
It's the memory of the fade out
The climate, the seasons and chores
and the need for so much more

Everyday when we see it through
We reach the point of what we say and do
All the years passed and so afraid am I
Quiet the tears and reach for the sky
Don't ask why

I'm here for the hold out
It's the message to live or die
A word, and poem and a glancing stare
Just close your eyes and we'll be there

Everyday when we see it through
We reach the point of what we say and do
All the years passed and so afraid am I
Quiet the tears and reach for the sky
Don't ask why

Just close your eyes and we'll be there
Don't ask why

©1/29/12 Bruce Clifford