When the becauses are gone
When we where young
we couldn’t stop
asking why? Why? Why?
Now I am old I still
crave for the becauses
that aren’t there.
Why?
Response to the one liner prompt of Harper Thorpe. I am out of words today.
Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.
Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.
