FINAL CURTAIN
In this life, one thing is certain;
One bet you can put your shirt on.
However pure a life we lead,
We’ll all face that final curtain.
A fact of life we all must heed,
Whether judged to fail or succeed.
It makes no difference in the end.
Dying will be our final deed.
If good, they say we may ascend
To heaven, whilst the bad descend
To an eternity of woes.
I wonder which place I’ll attend.
Is there a heaven? God only knows.
I’m not sure where the body goes.
We’ll only find out, I suppose,
After those curtains slowly close.
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2025
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