by Luis G. Dato
Has life its meaning? Maybe it has not!
What to the riddle is our answer now,
The whence and whither, and the why and how?
In vain man through the centuries has sought,
To find the world a vale with sorrows fraught,
Is this the limit to what he shall know,
Must he frustrated to the heavens bow
In the crossfire of fate and blind chance caught?
Life seems a blank and we are pawns in space
And time, the endless movement of the suns,
The light of day we see, we breed, we die,
Is birth, is death, a tragedy or grace?
Shall we return or tread this way but once?
How vast, how silent the inscrutable sky!
