Why was I so shy
Why was I so scared
Why was I not brave in time
Why was I so fearful of this world
Why did I fear losing before even I could find
Why did I fear to dirty my legs
And then tried to be brave when it was too late
Why time lost never comes back
Sometimes I wake up with such why's
Whose answers seem nothing but sighs
But then......
I realise.....
I still have a chance
To be bold , to be brave
While there is still time
Facing fears would better be
than owning my cowardice
To tread the unpleasant path
And face with courage the mirror that reflects
Then would I perceive
that the seasons change
All is beautiful enough
And .... I don't need to ask 'Why?
Written for Friday Writings #99: Why???
