Sunday, February 6, 2011

Why Do We Do The Things We Do?

Why are we so obsessed with how we look
But not with the content of our character
Why do we overlook the poor
When we are all humans and deserve a chance
Why don't we appreciate our loved ones
Until their no longer with us, and six feet under
Why do we procrastinate
And then regret it time after time
Why do we treat each other with disdain
and look the other way when one of us needs help?
Why do we leave the one that treats us right
for the one who couldn't care less about us?

Why? That is the real question

1 comment:

  1. Great post. It's so true. Sometimes I get so annoyed at myself for doing some of the very things you describe in your poem.