The Soul That God Forgot

Who am I ? I wonder oft And hope that I may see, Just who it is that's me, And ask my maker up aloft Who, indeed, I be? Whyfor I'm here I ask aloud And yearn for his reply, And search for reason why, From he beyond the cloud Who, indeed, be I? What use am I? I cannot know If I am never told What place that I should hold, The direction I should go, Until, indeed, I'm old. When do I die? I ask again When will my day be through? If, now, I only knew, I query this in vain I do; indeed, I do. No answer do I, yet, receive, For he replying not, A reason for my lot Then, am I when I take my leave, The soul that God forgot?