Why?
people live and people die
hearts get broken
and people cry
possessions get stolen
sometimes there is a cloudy sky
sometimes there is a lot of pain
yet no one knows why
there is no reason
living in this world
it is the place to wonder
it is the place to ask aloud
why are some lives rainy
whilst others never have a cloud
James Garratt – August 1995
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 