#PoetryFriday - Life Is For The Living.

He was alive.

He felt the breeze in his face,

when he walked to his car.

He heard the hum of the engine,

when he turned the key to the ignition.

As it came to life,

he felt the rumble of the metal gears,

and touched the steering column gently.

He eased into the street,

brick pavers under the wheels,

and headed towards his destination.

Schoolchildren rushed across his path,

and he waved to the street crossing guard,

blowing a kiss to her,

just as regularly as the sun rose.

He was thankful for another sunrise.

He was thankful for another day.

He was secure in the knowledge

that the moment was his,

to do with as he wished,

without fear

or favor.

When the workday ended,

he asked himself the question

that had haunted him,

for a long while.

Why did he get another day?

Why did he get to see the sun?

Why did he get to live and breathe?

Why did he get to ask the questions?

Why did he get to wonder,

why she didn’t?