I no longer question
The way of this world
Not that I would want to anyhow
I no longer ask
Why beggars are scorned and ignored
Even the children younger than me
I no longer ask
About Mermaids and Fairies and Elves
Nor the werewolves and vampires
I no longer ask
Where the sun and the moon came from
Or if the angels live on clouds
I no longer question
The way of this world
Not the questions that matter, at least
Why ask, when no answer can be given?