Why Do I Live

Did I cure a humans strife, Or comfort did I give, These are the questions that I ask, For why, do I live. Though I carry not a sword, Or speak the words of faith, These are thoughts I have occurred, For why, do life do I rate. I never ever stopped a tear, Or softened a humans strife, I never had the reason to live, By holding on to tomorrow. Why do I live, Why not I die, What are the reasons, For me to live and survive. These questions kept entering into my mind, Until I answered back with a tear, Is it something stored into tomorrow, Is that, why I am here. As I stood at the sky just staring, While the world passed be by, While making many hopes, wishes and dreams, Maybe that; is why I am alive. Randy L. McClave