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Why Things Happen

The splash changed the course of the universe

as the fish startled in his round of the pond.

Why are you here? asked the fish.

I fell in, cried the rat, wearing water he donned.

 

Why did you fall in? again from the fish.

I just fell in, just fell in, that is all.

But why, you could have fallen several ways

but you fell in here so why into this pool?

 

I lost my balance what else should I say!

The fish thought hard and needed to know.

Ah I have it, began the fish, visit the frog.

What for? frowned the rat preparing to go.

 

He is wise, he will know why you fell in,

the fish rounded a boulder, rounded a stone.

The rat went to the frog to ask why did it happen.

So tell me the tale, asked the frog sitting alone.

 

I fell into the pond and met a fish

we wanted to know why I fell into the water

and now I’ve met you

hopefully you can give me the answer I came for.

 

The frog he was aging, his wisdom renowned,

the answer is simple as you already know

I’ve listened to your story

and your answer, you already told.

 

The rat was silent and still for a while,

then why did I fall into the pond? was his wish.

The frog replied, how else would you have met

myself and the fish?

 

Why Things Happen, Clive Culverhouse, March, 2019

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keith jeffries

Fri 1st Jan 2021 12:51

Clive, would I be mistaken if I called this poem a fable? It speaks volumes if we are prepared to sit and ponder on its significance. Why me? This poem has some of the answers.
Thank you for this
Keith

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Ghazala lari

Fri 1st Jan 2021 10:44

But why did the rat meet the fish and the frog? Even if they met they had nothing to do.
We meet so many people in our life, some have purpose to fulfil others have nothing.

I'm always curious to know why certain things happened and why i meet ppl who stay in our life n why others leave?

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J.D. Bardo

Fri 1st Jan 2021 10:21

I will never question why ever again, but reflect on this poem. I really like this, interesting thought.

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Clive Culverhouse

Fri 1st Jan 2021 10:07

Ever wondered why we meet the people we meet?

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