we knew not of our arrival
how can we know our departure
I have completed all my assignments
and
they say can't apply euthanasia
I have no more responsibility towards any one
no favors to return
but shall do nothing wrong
till my natural turn
who on this earth can ever know
when the final whistle shall blow
and
when you are gone
none will know
the candle flame on the stand
will continue to flicker and glow,
till someone comes
and
off it does one blow
till then let's await our turn
there is plenty of place in heaven
there should be no hurry to go
but then who knows tomorrow
Au revoir till the sunrises again…
Comments
Hmmmm...
not your usual "I don't think there is anything after death poem. Something occur to change your mind? A span of nine years, what has changed? ~ Geez.
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TIME
Gee only time changes
it's not me only
time changes for all even you
lol we live on
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm unread poems
also are reborn Ha ha
Gee