Why Am I?

You ask me always,
Why am I?
Why do I breath?
For why...I die.

Who chose me to be?
And why am I?
What makes of me,
More than a sham?

What time is life?
Who caused me to be?
Who looked for a promise,
In the making of me?

Am I nothing more,
Than man's lowly dust?
Who put in the bone,
And fleshed it in trust?

O...why am I?
And why is there strife?
I am a soul,
And I'm living a life.


E.P. 1908 - 1989