Why, then, was I born?  
               No one knows, as yet—
Though there are those who
               argue that they do.
Why, then, should we mourn
               those we shall forget?
Perhaps death shows you
               what you never knew?

Why, then, must we die?
               Nature plans it so,
Or our Creator—
               take your pick, my pet.
Why must we ask why?
               Why may we not know?
We may do later—
               no one knows, as yet.