Everything Happens For A Reason

Who turned out the light of my life;
exited from it’s stage;
who removed my loving wife;
and turned another life’s page?

Who brought down the stage curtain;
brought about the end to our song;
what about the future is certain;
and how can I just play along?

What was all education for;
was it a waste of time;
who in life’s game is keeping score;
where is my chair to recline?

Where is written; what’s the purpose;
where in life’s book is it found;
what’s underneath life’s surface;
who took our dog to the pound?

So many things happen in life;
that’s why God called it a book;
so much pain; it cuts like a knife;
the pauper becomes a crook.

Does it matter, if I’m rich or poor;
I’ll be back soon, to try it again;
I’ve even stopped keeping score;
I’ve now changed from fat to thin.

Life can no longer be called a book;
it is more like an encyclopedia;
with several volumes; take a look;
writing is now called a media.

Reality’s the countryside where life lives;
all mystery and drama it will bring;
love and hate are emotions life gives;
for life, itself, is everything.