The Soul That God Forgot

Who am I ?  I wonder oft
And hope that I may see,
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,
He replying not,
No reason for my lot
For am I, when I take my leave,
The soul that God forgot?