At My Last Goodbye- A Duo-rhyme
What really happens when its your time to die,
Your last breath taken, does your soul leave and fly.
Is there really a deceased family member there to greet,
Someone you loved greatly, waiting for the final meet.
Is heaven really beautiful, at the gate is there a seat,
If you’ve lived a good life, is it like a perfect retreat.
Can there be life after death, I hope, or is this deceit,
When we die, are we gone, just our bodies in concrete.
As a scientific person my thoughts make it hard to lie,
But I believe my family will greet me at my last goodbye.
Written July 27, 2012
For Andrea Dietrich’s contest