ISN´T IT STRANGE?

Isn´t it strange, how the dead long sleep?

How women are strong & grown men weep,

Isn´t it strange, how all wars bestow gongs?

How the soul can veer, yet never be wrong,

Isn´t it strange, hardest workers are ant & bee?

How mankind must struggle, just to be free,

Isn´t it strange, how the heart ever yearns?

How despite his falling, man never learns,

Isn´t it strange, how the babies must grow?

How memories get lost, on winds that blow,

Isn´t it strange, how the human being tumbles,

How, no matter the life, the soul never crumbles,

Isn´t it strange, how the child falls, sobs & cries?

How he always rises, always gets up & always tries.