The One Question

Then what in life is the purpose?

To live life without losing one's poise. 

Then without a job, myself who will feed?

This society will remove me as if I am a weed. 

Then what about success is it a matter of excess?

Wealth and fame nexus, lack of it, leads to bitterness!

Questions pose like an opened can of worms

Unable to find answers it alarms. 

Years have gone by, age has caught up

Frailty in each step, from my fall I pick up.

Answers elude me still, I feel the task is one uphill

Like the constant companion questions will walk with me until?

I look back in life with little to remember

Patchy like a painting with withered distemper. 

In this lifelong test have I failed?

This is one question I haven't nailed.