Plea

By Chris Douglas (C.S. Douglas)

Another year has passed and many will before it
The coming bit was gone before I could record it
My picture in the wall so frozen in its frame
Looks back at me in wonder as if I were to blame.

I say — ask the Creator, or ask the Mighty Sky,
The Universe entire, the Planets nearby…
And if you’ll get an answer besides a quiet glare
Do tell me too the secret of Life’s absurd mystère.

I’d like a guarantee that I shan’t live in vain
Next time around. Or else, to not be born again
Into a World of dolor as if entrapped in spell:
A Spinning Ball on Master’s finger who seems amused by Hell.