Why did he have to die?

roger-turner Poems

I remember watching Back in 1963 A Presidential funeral There on my tv My son watched his son And he saw me cry Then my son looked up and said "Why did he have to die?" Five years passed, a Memphis death Was felt throughout the land My son watched this and said to me "I do not understand" I looked at him, looked at the ground And looked high into the sky My son, said "Dad please tell me?" "Why did he have to die?" Again that summer, sixty eight We stood along the track We watched the train go past us We knew he wasn't coming back My son, a little older watched as I tried not to cry He said "it's ok to feel that dad" "Why did he have to die?" Years went by and he grew up Got married moved away I remember sitting watching On that warm September day Two Towers tumbled to the ground My heart broke, and I cried My son, went in to save them "Why did he have to die?" I'll never get an answer Till the angel's song is sung "Why did he have to die?" I'll ask Why do the good die young?