To complete the cycle,
One lives to then run dry,
To know we are, in fact, mortal,
The façade of life only dried mortar…
To pass the buck, as it were,
To the next generation, yes sir,
To finally see the other side,
Then to ask God why…
Where do we go,
All manner of speculation on that point,
All beliefs have their own knowledge,
Suffice to say we do go & leave this plain,
Death does make this all quite plain…
© ed – 7/23/13
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
A Fantastic profound
piece of work a real Keeper
sometimes I think that we are traveling within a time machine
stopped here on a pit stop on our way to Paradise
where did our time go???
Peace be with you Brother
William