Nick's Poetry - The Question

Nick's Poetry Corner

THE QUESTION

Why are we here?
Where are we going?
Why are we here?
There seems no way of knowing

I’ve pondered the question
I’ve thought and I’ve thought
But all of my thinking
Has gained me just nought

I’ve spoken to wise men
To learn what they thought
But none of them knew
The answer I sought

The fools do not worry
Perhaps they are wise
Maybe such knowledge
Is not for our eyes

Yet how can we live
Plodding on day by day
Not knowing the reason
Or even the way?

I have even asked God
But I had no reply
So maybe I’ll find out
The day that I die