As I, lie on my bed,
Comptemplating,
What tribulations and sorrows,
Will be said, in my last tomorrow.

As my mortal life,
Slowly flickers, towards an end,
I think not, of my earthly deeds,
But where at the end, of the tunnel, will I be?

Am I worthy, of the supreme judgment?
Would I leave, an impression,
On those left behind?
As I enter, an unknown transition.

Are we lonely souls?
Traveling through the Universe,
Stopping here, like the wink, of an eye,
A pit stop?, a refueling station?

Is our life fuel, as we continue,
Our journey to paradise,
Do you remember, before you were?
Will you remember, after you are gone?

When we reach paradise,
Our travels, will be done,
I'll be praying,
Heaven, will be my chosen one.

BY: WILLIAM BOBILLA.....9/24/02

*****JUST WONDERING????????*****