Why. A poem by Assunta Hood

Why do we differ, is it all in the genes
Life can be cruel or so it seems
Why is one rich and one so poor
One so pleasant and one so dour
Why do we laugh and why do we cry
Why must we live before we die
Why do you think we were all begot
Some of us remembered and some forgot
The questions are endless I duly cry
Do you know the answers
And if so…Why?