• Why?

    As the final blow came I looked into his eyes
    I then asked why
    Why must I die?
    He said he didn't know why
    And that he wouldn't cry
    While I lie nearby.
    Why?
    Why must I die?
    I hadn't done a crime
    Or even stole a dime.
    So why?
    Why must I die?
    As the final blow struck
    I fell down to the ground.
    I glimpsed around
    To find a single solitary dime.
    I had done a crime!
    I had stolen a dime!
    I don't remember stealing that dime
    For that matter why.
    Why had I stolen a dime?
    I hit my killer in the head
    And decided to run off instead of waiting
    For him to wake up
    I would return the dime
    And right the crime
    That I'd done
    Though I was still mystified.
    How did I get that dime?
    I fear I shall never know why.
    WAIT!
    Isn't that the crime?
    To not know why you did a crime.
    Well, I hope to let that just pass by.
    For the family is probably at mass
    And if I'm fast
    I might at last
    Right the crime I did
    When stealing a dime.