Wandering wondering

Once as outlook seemed demeaning I pondered life’s varied meaning Only one thing I wished to be gleaning The simple answer of why I was near full to bursting a seam Then as if by heavenly beam The answer was great to a dream One that made me feel as if to fly See, as I wandered the day There on the road lay Some sort of fey Whose life came to a stop My mind seemed to tarry And though understanding may vary I think it’s kinda scary That even a fey can flop This answer a divine source must have sent That from above must have lent A sight of a precious life callously rent An oh so powerful truth Now some might consider this a creation of the mind For me this is how I the excellent answer find In truth the answer isn’t always oddly signed The truth is actually oh so common The fact is that great and small The most precious is lost to the call None are immune from passing that wall Why worry about death even when life is freshest?