there is no map that tells us where to go
we may not know our purpose nor our goal.
our senses fade and dimly we perceive
growing older cannot make us whole.
we try to do no harm but that is hard
struggling with our money and our minds.
being generous causes worry to
even so the poor are often kind.
we search the path for footprints as we walk.
As all the world grows misty and goes dark
The torch has broken now we have no light
I think I hear a noise, a small dog barks.
wandering in the desert like the Jews
we do not have a god but nor do they.
the Holocaust destroyed their holy views
we will walk on blindly like lost sheep
while on the ground the noxious rm insects creep.