"Religion Pt. II" 1974: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

My poems seem to always talk about "when"
And dwell upon times long past.
I forget to remember I'm using a pen
And the words always come out too fast.

While sitting alone in a lonliness room
I feel my emotions close in
The time is the night and the future is doomed
I'm a man but my life won't begin.

Happiness children look up to the sky
Play with the toys they've been given
Chant with a loud voice, though they don't know why
Praise be the Lord, for he's risen.

I know I'm mortal, I know I must die
I know love won't last forever
What good is life when I can't answer why?
Why does my cord want to sever?

Why do I listen to sad songs and cry?
What is this feeling inside me?
Why is life questions when answers fly by?
What is my Lord saying to me?