As an acquaintance lay in a coma, I wondered "Why her and not me?" That question led to the others in the below poem dedicated to Portia Rey.

Why do dark moods make light of the sun?
Why do flowers wilt as weeds flourish?
Why do gamblers lose what’s just been won?
Why do the hungry go unnourished?

Only heaven knows why.

Why let the frail fade and the fit thrive?
Why let the poor beg as the rich hoard?
Why let the truth bend, a lie contrived?
Why let the homeless remain ignored?

Only heaven knows why.

Why do lightweights float, the heavy sink?
Why do the lame walk, a cane in need?
Why do fools act smart before they think?
Why do the desperate fail to succeed?

Only heaven knows why.

Why do winners grin and losers frown?
Why do lovers hate the flaw withstood?
Why do brave men stand, cowards lie down?
Why does bad still happen to the good?

Only heaven knows why.

                  © 2014 by Rose Marie Boyd