One of Life's Unanswerable Puzzles

With no rhyme or reason, the philosopher-poet pondered thus:

"Why do some live such splendid lives,

"Filled with good, wealth and love inside?

"Why are some frivolously tossed to the streets like dirt,

"Tortured by a lifetime of emotional battle scars and hurt?

"Why do some weep with joy for tomorrow,

"While others weep with plentiful sorrow?"

The poet remained puzzled, concluding nothing of this unanswerable muddle!



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