The Poem I Ever Wrote, no?

What if someone lies to you? What if that is really true? What if that's your best friend now? How must I feel then, yes! HOW? Why cannot we taste the fruits of true friendship? Why cannot we taste the good results of true companionship? Why must it always have a shipwreck because of wrong navigation? Why all of a sudden sailing to an unknown destination? These are all my questions dear These are all so very new for me, as they suddenly appear We know that honesty is the best policy We possess inner wealth and much legacy God hath given us much talent, gift, and prophecy So WHY my darling, now I almost cry I'm a proxy.... My dear, WHY must it happen Someone unknown to you has let it un-wrapping Why so many lines were no trophy My love, our brand new car has turned into a jalopy ©Sylvia Frances Chan The Netherlands