The Soul That God Forgot

Who am I? I wonder oft  
And hope that I may see,  
Who it is that is 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?  A 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,  
No reason for my lot  
Then, am I when I take my leave,  
The soul that God forgot.  
 
ASJ