Who Can Say Why?

 

Out of the billions already

made and most assuredly

from the billions yet to come,

out of the same stardust stuff,

anatomically no different one

from another, why, what for,

how come you and I, and yes

the other guy, don’t see eye

to eye? I mean not the same

individually. Different nurture

from our beginnings, I suppose.

Could be a unique composition

genetically. I failed math; with

grade A, you passed. I excel in

art, you need a ruler and still

can’t draw a straight line.

Politically we couldn’t be

farther apart. How is it one

sees the glass half-empty,

the other claims half-full?

The world, this life of yours

and mine, a strange place

to be individually. You, I

and the other guy, one of

a kind, never before and

never after. Up and down

inside and out, a whirlwind

roller coaster ride of our

lives, me let-handed and

you right, and who on Earth

can say why?

             -30-

Chris Hanch 5-13-2004