After Death
The joy of life is like a fading flower
And the wrath of death is to shrivel and decay.
Committing our spirits to either right or wrong,
Simply by how we choose to live our night or day.
After death the wicked cease to be troublesome
And all who are weary have forever to rest.
People who apply their heart to seek out wisdom,
Are lovingly remembered by all they have blessed.
Let there be no sad farewell after we have gone
Hopefully to heaven, where worthy souls live on,
Searching for reunion with others we once knew
Be they Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or Jew.
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