Born into this world was I,
not of my free choice, but by
an act of love removed from all
thoughts of me, but yet I came,
without any call
to join the game.
As I wander through this life,
I do encounter much strife,
for which no-one has asked, but still
it comes to disturb the mind,
and put through the mill,
all who are kind
I travel from day to day
a rough and barren way
that leads to where I do not know,
but I still do journey on
finding as I go
that life has gone
Sometimes I stop for a rest
and I examine the quest;
is life really as meaningless
as to me it now would seem?
and is happiness
more than a dream?
An answer I cannot give;
strange is the life that I live,
to try to win when others lose,
putting trust in that I hold
no orthodox views
but ones quite bold
One day I know I shall die
no matter how I cry;
in birth and death I have no say,
live today, tomorrow dead
Here I shall not stay
nor make my bed.
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Glasgow, 3rd March 1966
Publication
1966 POETIC SEQUENCE FOR FIVE VOICES (Glasgow, St John's)
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