Some Final Thoughts

When you die, where will you go? Up above? Or down below? Will you go to feed the worms? Will you join your friends in urns? All those years of Godly deeds All that work to feed the weeds? Your final breath, a rasping gasp Your soul shrugs off its mortal grasp A lifetime's memories before your eyes Go to the light, before it dies I hope the vicar's words were true All those Sundays in a pew Ashes to ashes, dust to dust A life of prayer, in God you trust A faithful man ponders his salvation The atheist merely the cost of cremation The light eternal? Or forever dark? One path good, the other, stark So, tonight, from the comfort of your bed Ask yourself, “Where will I be when I'm dead?”