A short poem on my take on the subject of life and death.

Please don’t mourn me when I die
I’ve lived and loved and looked with wonder at night’s star filled sky

My life has been a long trip with the freedom to live it my way
A life of discovery, adventure, excitement, yes even danger
But I’ve naught to complain for on that trip I chose the highway

In my youth I sailed the Ocean Seas from East to West
I witnessed death from war, natural disasters and disease
I’ve seen mankind at its worst and at its very best

Don’t mourn me when I die, for it’s just my time to go
I seek not Heaven and I fear not Hell because of something that I know
Both those places exist in the here and now and neither is above or below

In which place you dwell depends not so much on goodness or vice
But more on the choices you make on how to live your life
And where you landed, when God threw your natal dice

I was born in America so I guess God must have rolled me a seven
I’ve enjoyed excellent health, close friends, prosperity and a loving wife

No, don’t mourn me when I die, because I’ve already lived in heaven