What's it all about, I ask myself
This Life, this Living thing
The way we're born, the way we age
The growing old, the everything.

Why do we work, why do we play
Why do we dream and think?
So many things I want to know
So many thought I've go to think.

Perhaps, someday, someone can explain
These strange and wonderous things
And all Life's mysteries will be known to me
So my eyes will be re-opened, and I shall see.

Poem by Ann Lewis

Ann Lewis is the mother of Gary Lewis, whose poems can also be read in various issues of "The Bentilean" magazine. Her contributions also extended to a children's story which appeared in issue 5 (July 92).

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