Somber Thoughts Poem by Angela Wittle

Where is the purpose of this, our life?
Where, now, are all the lives gone past?
Where gayety was, and laughter and tears
Now remains nothing but shadows of memory
Memory that yet shall fade with time

Happy faces, endless races
Who shall know? who remember?
Tender romance, crushing sorrow
All lost, all forgotten

What life throbs and pulses all around me!
Did some peasant girl of old
Gazing at the same stars
that now look down upon me
Think these same thoughts,
experience these emotions?
Where is she now?