A Prairie boy's life battle

I was sitting at home rubbing my knee,
when I began to wonder about Life.
why are we born? what makes us to die?
Is there someone or something that makes us this way?
A few years ago, back hen I didn\\\'t understand life,
I was happy and carefree, just running for fun.
Now i believe there is more to life
and a larger purpose to life for us than living.

The question came back again and again.
Why am I a member? why continue this pain
of death, of life, of hunger, of taking away?

Do you know why I share this?
its because, though we are aging we really do care.

As the years go by our times are slower,

The truth we refuse to lower.
To be the best behaved and live so cheerfully
It isn\\\'t the easiest.
Torn between knowing what\\\'s expected of me, and what I actually have done.

The gift of lifetime, its love and trust
A carefree soul I have to be

I wonder why life has to be so cruel
While I endure in silence \\\"I am the Prairie boy\\\".

life went on that way till now
And through it all, I toughed it out
Just holding back my tears.

My father died, my grandmother passed on
And still I stored those tears inside,
the way a man does
But one day when I was alone on the prairie
The world collapsed from sunny blue to dark,
depression greys.
when I could hear the wind
I tried my best, but a tear run down my cheek
I never knew the comfort of the wind and the prairie
Till now
I could not cry
I could not cry.

I wrote this poem for English...a book we read...by W.O. Mitchel...a very famous Canadian writer....