Why?
Age, illness, poverty, some even face homelessness. I think quite a few people face what this poem is written about. Life had been up and down, and living it seemed a nightmare Imagine how you spend your day and you don't have friends who care You used to work, enjoyed your time, you used to love what you did But now you'd dropped off your world... you didn't ask for your skid You had surgery, you had a stroke, you didn't even know Your memory vanished, your speech had gone, you didn't know where to go One by one people walked away, you didn't know about 'when' Your income dried up, recovery too long, you'd never be normal again Hugs that you'd loved were gone too soon, writing became just your life The only thing that you now could do to stay out of strife You shut yourself into your little room, your voice disappeared too Your tears were just for you now, you hid them because you knew You thought about what was up ahead, where