When fortune does not smile upon us
We’re prone to ask the simple question
Why Me?
I’ve done nothing, greatly, wrong
A little waywardness, perhaps,
A minor transgression,
Why then have I been so chosen
To be deprived of my share of Happiness
When, others I see absolved of greater sins,
(which I seem to know all about ) Why me?

I forget that Life never offered me any guarantees
Nor, did the Good Lord above, 
Whose Mercies, over time,
I care not to remember
And so, curse my destiny,  willy- nilly, 
Blaming the present lot on things extraneous to me and my living
Or, rationalize since I have no other explanation 
That, I am paying for some long-gone past, misdeeds, 
Even in an earlier life that I know nothing about, 
The, oft- believed, transmigration of the soul.

I tend to look around and compare
Myself with others
Although, I well know that 
Comparisons are Dreadfully, Odious,

This nebulous, meaningless word,
Gives me the automatic right to look everywhere 
And, in so doing, pick and choose 
Those, who very seemingly, appear to be in clover 
All the time, 
The 24/7 types 
And, here is where
I go fundamentally wrong For, 
I know nothing of their lives 
Bar the glow and the shine that 
I am shown Forgetting, that nothing ever is brighter than 
More luminous than the Sun 
Which, too, steps into a darkness all its own 
As I do, we all do, from Time to Time.

Why me, then
Is a natural, automatic reaction
But, I must then overcome this, unwanted, depressing thought 
As I do my fears and other baseless anxieties.
 
I know the end of life
That word called Demise / Death, too
Is natural
‘Cause, that is how the “Great Designer”
Meant it to be
And yet,
I spend countless, sleepless, nights
Wondering if I am blessed with
The next light of Day.

Why Me?
A worthless, inane, thought
That needs a quick burial
Before it consumes
Me.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)