He
Never Understood
(c)2015
Bob Atkinson
he
never understood this life
sometimes
he would say
not
any of its parts
whole
dang thing displayed
never
in his many years
could
this or that be found
to
eradicate his fears
of
not finding hope profound
you'd
think with advancement
he'd
understand the rest
or
at least diminish thoughts
put
to a simple test
to
find hope buried in a pile
of
dust there on the stone
or
under leaflets left on tables
or
in his brother's home
no
way in understanding that
which
hid from his clear view
could
this be the story he would seek
or
could ignorance become his due
to
tell the truth, it's not arranged
don't
sit and wonder why
we
all look for what's not there
as
we eat our fruited pie
