Why do I lose much sleep at night
And wake up groggy in the morn
Before the early dawning light?
It is because you had been born.

Why do I drive each day to work,
Endure my boss’s angry scorn,
And battle for the smallest perk?
It is because you had been born.

Why do I labor at the stove
To make appealing peas and corn
With pepper, salt, and garlic clove?
It is because you had been born.

Why am I daily hard on you,
Which sometimes makes your young heart mourn
Beneath the weight of all that’s due?
It is because you had been born.

Why do I sacrifice my dreams
And all but needed things are shorn
Away from me to such extremes?
It is because you had been born.

Why do I smile despite these pains?
Why would I laugh when I am worn?
Why struggle when no hope remains?
It is because you had been born.

Why am I glad to be alive
When life sometimes seems so forlorn?
Why is this more than “just survive”?
It is because you had been born.


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