Looking For Why. Poem by Terry Collett

Dull morning,

light thin,

the sun taken
a day off,

you sit in the chair
by the window,

your woman in the bed
behind you,

huddled up
in a dream,

the birds
singing outside,

distant hum
of traffic,

people going
some place
or coming
from some place,

the question of why
unanswered
as Nietzsche said
if you have a why
you can put up
with any how,

but no why
so no how,

my woman sleeps,

the cat stalks
the lawn,

people have died
in the process
of this moment
as many born,

looking back
at the years past
spent the coins
of days and weeks
and months and years
adds up
to a tidy sum,

my youth
had excitement
my old age is numb
or dumb with a just
about hear hum.