a poem about why.

The mightiest of warriors have fallen before the smallest of insects.
When we die, for what shall it be for?
When we reach the gates of heaven, will they close the door?
The heart and the mind in unity, is what the wise man perfects.

We feel with our mind when it should be done only with our heart.
Was he wrong to die for glory?
Has he made of himself, a timeless story?
This is the classic question, which should have been answered from the start.

Before one begins to learn, one must learn why he should.
Did I not fight with honor and valor?
Did I not, in your eyes, find favor?
Seek not what men think is good, seek only what g-d said is good.


Thewisediviner