I sing an ancient song.
In voice once loud though now less strong.
The melody and chorus though of my own
To everyone at times is known.
In happiness yet louder in times of fear.
The question of why "I" am here.
The songs refrain passed along the line,
deluded that all its answers be mine.
But as has gone from times before,
The song will play for evermore.
Getting old.... yes **** happens.... but why? Perhaps 42* is as good as any answer after all. I certainly haven't found a better one.
* Douglas Adams... Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy