Because
Just Because
Sometimes twice in a week
He'd come preach to the choir.
Quartet or a soloist
He hoped to inspire.
It's a metaphor, dummy --
Few came to his room.
Still he put forth an effort
To brighten their gloom.
Of course he can hope
Someone curious or new
Might just wander on in
Who had hardly a clue.
He could show them the way
To the light and talk truth.
Maybe now they'd make time
Though they didn't in their youth.
He just wanted to share
The Good News that is said
To make living worthwhile --
More so after one's dead.
Some are moved. Some are not.
Some just vent how they feel.
Most often he listens.
It's all so unreal.
Though these men aren't in cages
They all seem well-fed.
They're still all in prison,
(Though some seem well-bred!)
The Good Book says visit.
So that's what he does.
If asked why he does it,
He'd say, "Just because."