Some words from my grandfather on what would have been his 116th birthday …

I Wonder Why

Albert Beeson – photo taken November 1984

I wonder why the sun shines bright
And then it goes so dull
I wonder why my face is bright
And then one sees a lull
I wonder why I look so gay
And then convey innermost dismay
I wonder why the sky is clear
And yet we see the clouds in rear
I wonder why the stars do twinkle
Yet seem to leave an outward wrinkle
I wonder why the bird do sing
Found often in the road less wing
I wonder why dog chases hare
And leaves the body almost threadbare
I wonder why hate exceed love
Yet see the beauty in a white dove
     I wonder why
               I wonder why
     I am still a wondering
               A wondering
                              Why

Albert Beeson 1902-1986