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Sad woman on chairThe Question Why

Once there lived a day
Where life skirted the breeze –
Trees quivered in its mighty rush –
Dreams conceived by its many whims

Once there rode a day
Where sidewalks served the working man
Birds cooed soft evening lullabyes
Sighs gathered in shaded serenities

Once there died the day
Where romance and love lay unkindled
Not from misuse but disuse
All for want of the answer to the question why…