I know it's wasted energy
And futile just to try
To ask the age-old question -
Yet still I wonder, WHY?

Why does he do the things he does,
And the stupid things he says?
And why he ever starts to drink
On even happy days?

Why does he get so miserable
And cross with everyone,
When we know it isn't due
To anything we've done?

I realize it's useless
To get myself upset,
Because it will not change a thing
Except to make me fret.

For even if I ask him
"Explain to me, please try",
I don't think he could tell me
One single reason why.

So I must just accept him,
With a smile or sigh,
And still continue loving
Even though I don't know why.

Honoria A. Groves