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Our Destiny Is the Dirt

Everybody’s destiny is the dirt Only question is: Who’s gonna get buried first Everybody’s last trip is into the earth Only question is: Who’s gonna leave away first Each decision you make carries a lot of weight Some seem big, real important ... some seem small, of no significance But a ticket number is assigned to each one; the larger the number, the longer the days Yet, someone has to pull the short straw Fate and chance — wrong house ... wrong party ... wrong dance One wrong decision, and the Reaper with the grim look got a sickle ready to sever you from the Vine Man-made design or Divine — wrong café ... wrong table ... wrong choice of wine But the decision you made today was a close call, God’s mercy lengthened your short straw Another day given, a delayed encore to the morality play More time extension to examine your life, and change some things But somebody got a purchased ticket to get sent away Everybody’s destiny is the dirt Only question is: Who’s gonna get buried first Everybody’s final destination is six feet under the earth Only question is: Who’s gonna arrive there first Crossing the line of right and wrong never meant much to some Swerving back and forth in life like a drunk But today wasn’t a good day to drive; if you had stayed sober, you might still be alive Bad decision on your part, now there’s a widow with children crying out their heart And you over there playing them gangster games, flashing the gun, taking other people things Ill gotten gain now in your coveted possession Today you were granted your death wish obsession You ran across somebody with a bigger gun, who had an even bigger anger itch to kill someone Terrible decision you made, put your bullet-riddled body in a pauper’s grave Everybody’s destiny is the dirt Only question is: Who’s gonna get buried first Everybody’s gotta ticket paid for by their sinful deeds on this earth Only question is: Who’s gonna get their’s punched first

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Date: 8/13/2017 7:09:00 PM
Nice Poem. Yet through Christ we have hope in the Second coming and the resurrection. Amen, www.jesuschristvisitation.net
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Date: 7/24/2017 12:53:00 PM
Tough enough Freddie, well done.
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Date: 7/24/2017 12:45:00 PM
Double wows for me!Ans I agreed with Alexis here, truthful write ! Freddie, you sure got us thinking where we stand, well at least myself :)
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/24/2017 1:22:00 PM
Ty, Akkina. Got me thinking as well. Lol! Love the support given. Love and peace, my dear friend.
Date: 7/24/2017 12:13:00 PM
WOW! FREDDIE, This is a hard hitting "in yo face " truthful write. It was a thought provoking write. That causes the reader to think about the "state " of their life. All of our days are numbered and as you so skillfully penned" our destination is dirt." Excellent " wake up call" write-:-) Alexis
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/24/2017 1:06:00 PM
Ty, Alexis. So good to hear from you again. Your honest comments mean a whole lot to me. Hope all is well w/you and yours. Love and joy always.
Date: 7/24/2017 9:55:00 AM
"Wow" - Tell it how it is "Freddie" and scare us all to "Hell" - I'm sitting here in judgement waiting the toll of the bell - Brilliant write - Indiana x x x
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/24/2017 11:06:00 AM
Ty, Indiana. I appreciate your glowing comments. Tough love must be applied from time to time, every loving parent knows that. As a nursing fatherly shepherd to all lost sheep, I gotta scare 'em straight sometimes, y'know. Stop on by any time. Love and peace always.

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