I don't understand why some go through life like they do. I wrote this on a particular day where I felt twice as confused as usual. I know I'm not alone when I suffer, but sometimes I don't know whether it's fair for that help to try and help me through something so deep and difficult. You tell me.
I've forgotten all about this poem! It came to me in our house Tagaytay when it was late and I was alone because everyone else was asleep. The first stanza was an old one in my head for most of the year so I wrote that down. Then I thought a real good reason my life is good is because I don't have it as bad as others. It was a simple matter of imagining suffering in life and rhyming them to the counterpart of good stuff in my life.
