November 1977

 

Is It All In Vain?

 

Long lonely branches

Clawing for their goal

Twisting and turning their tortured limbs

For something that is not there

Groping in vain

For an existence

That can never be

 

After life is gone

After all is said

What will happen to our living souls

And the shells they left behind

Will there be life

A time here-after

Or an empty world