It's Necessary


'It's necessary' she heard him say,
before he turned and walked away;
giving her no chance or any pause,
to plead her case or argue clause.

'This cannot be' she told him then,
'we never should be more than friend'
no reason gave she, nor ever would;
in her mind all was as it should.

'Why must we die?' the young man asked,
as from this plane his spirit passed;
but none would weep, not one to cry,
as stilled his breast with final sigh.

He walked away, ever to roam,
as parents banished him from home;
to life so cold, lonely and bleak,
and hopelessly his fortune seek.

She cowered small behind the stair,
hoping that none would find her there;
numb in her fear, felt not the cold,
on bruises fresh, or scars so old.

The woman asked, 'What was it all -
this life to which I heard a call?'
and pondered then her choices made,
along with heavy prices paid.

I looked upon humanity,
to all its pain and sadness, see;
but only knew that in the end,
so many wounds would never mend.



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison