The questioning man can be satisfied by the answer,
depending on the answer that he finally receives
And the doubting man’s appetite can at long last be quenched
depending on the type of Truth he finally believes
But if the answer he receives at the questioning hour
And the Truth he believes together turn out to be sour
The Questions and doubts will always continue to remain
And once again, the lonesome man stands cold out in the rain
So be cautious of the answers you seek
And wary of the truths that can be bleak
But never let your deep questioning cease
And the RAW, COLD TRUTH can still bring release
At Least, I’ve been so told
But now I’m getting old
And growing cold
No longer bold
I give in
To THE END
It was this poem that gave the name to my still unfinished autobiography, "The Lone, Questioning Man", begun in 1999.