Why?

[Deor Ana Log]

Why?

like the first day of school
like the first day of summer
like a pull on a slot machine
like a newly found recipe
like a gift exquisitely wrapped
like the first chapter
like a rising knot of sourdough
like a chance taken
like the first kiss
like a new born, purple faced and crying
like the peony stems my wife carefully stowed
Why can’t I be loved
                        for what I might become?

Interesting usage of the words "like a". Due to it's short length, every word becomes expertly kept in, which is great. Consider adding another stanza with similar composition, to add context and death.