IF THERE IS DUSK

I do not think when deeper muse,
Reclines my sorry thought to death,
Though I oft utter, “What's the use,”
For all is contained in single breath.
That one can vanish out of life,
Without a trace, in darkness gone,
No purpose for the way he lived,
No reason why the bright Sun shone,
Not all this joy, this love and woe,
That makes me what I am today,
Could vanish, in a wisp! … Just go!
Devoid of life, just fade away.
No man I deem could be no more,
For if there is dusk, there must be dawn.

© 24 January 76 Colin F Jones