Biting winds pierce by
Ripping my soul into shreds
Cold night that muffles me
Whispers only of winter ahead.
I dare not hope for a fireplace
Nor heat of a rug do I aim
I seek that flickering candle-light
To help me have some warmth in dream
Battered body, tattered soul
Demand only one reply
With goals lost and dreams crushed
Why, o man, you still not die?
The above poem is merely a rephrasing of Robert Frost's poem A Question with my words and absorption of the core idea. The poem throws light on the immense pain and suffering that accompanies almost everyone's life; then, enquires meaning and worth of such an existence. Here is Robert Frost's original poem which is more lyrical and succinct.
A voice said, look me in the stars,
And tell me truly, man of earth,
If all the body-and-soul scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.