Will I die, father?
Yes,
my Son,
you will,
my son,
one day.
Then tell me why,
why should I even try
to do the things I do?
What is the point,
if my life
will only lead
to an end,
then what was the need
for it to begin?
In all the things I do,
what is the point in doing them?
If I can not take it
with me when I go,
why take it up in hand at all?
This I want to know
and these answers I do seek.
