Life’s Passage…

Through this life, but once, we trip,

Some believe that that is just shit,

How many times do we pass this way?

How many times do we see this show played?

If we knew for sure, we would be enlit…

From whence did we come?

From where was our home?

From what era did we exist?

Did we live in the Stone Age?

Our death that of being eaten,

By some mammoth beast or were we beaten,

With stones in the Middle Ages,

Died from the pelt of stone and rocks…

Were we famous, or did we just get by?

Were we kings and queens, or just passerby’s?

Did we make a discovery, to be honored by man?

Or did we just become an adult to be honored by none?

What was our past life like?

Did we actually have one, or is this just all bunk?

Were we black or white or yellow or green, being a plant,

Green seems the color of our heritage; so much here is rant…

Questions all, the above, how will they be answered?

By god, allah, Buddha or just plain Mr. Bill… J

  © ed – 3/7/04